Jan Cox Talk 0895

Anyone Who Thinks Knowing More Is the Point, Misses the Point

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#895 Nov 15, 1991 – 1:00
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :25. POVs (Point of views) are required for the physical operation of the brain, for it to think; conflict between POVs is required for POVs to survive. Conventional wisdom, collective thought is to individual thought as SL/Secondary Level is to PL/primary level. The SL/Secondary Level is virtually as necessary as PL now, yet always note: the former issues out of the latter (a la coeval time-zones). Anyone who thinks knowing more has a point, misses the point. Why would anyone work outside the human job description, do more than was necessary in life? Because that is what a Neural Revolutionist does. The Neural Revolutionist thinks not in concert nor in conflict with collective knowledge; not for anyone’s sake but his own.


The News

To listen to the revolution with ears that take sides is to hear only noise and miss the joyful sounds of real battle.

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One man says that some things make him madder than others, but that he doesn’t know which ones.

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The Official City Statistician recently said he’s decided that any thing, or one that doesn’t fall within the standard Bell Curve, falls in the “Hell Curve.”

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“Just think,” exclaimed the thing, “If man’s mind could just ‘Talk to itself,’ — just think.”

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It’s quite easy to use up most of your blood supporting a point-of-view.

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It’s tricky indeed to try to be “smart” when success is based on others recognizing you as such. …(And a small child asked his companion, “Did he use the adjective, “tricky” as a sardonic understatement, you suppose?”)

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“Apparently,” says it all.

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The only trouble the kid had in the second grade was in his insistence of spelling “civilization” with an “s” instead of a “c”. His explanation was that civilization’s total dependence on “seriousness,” (an “s-word,”) made his decision mandatory. (He made some of the teachers nervous, (But as his ole man added, “Hey, don’t we all.”))

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“Hey Slim, I done found out they’re producin’ all the bad news down on the lower forty.” “Is that right? Say, Pecos, how many acres we got?” “A hundert and twenty, Boss.” “Yeahhh, I’as afraid of that.”

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With his capital-letter-shift and quotation-marks-keys gone — he was “done for!”

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A fellow who says he used to know a doctor, contacts us regarding a recent comment about “people with short intestines having short attention spans,” and assures us this has no basis in valid medical science, but is quick to add that neither does anything else. (He says it’s obviously now clear that it’s uncertain why he contacted us in the first place.)

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Mythical Maxim For Movember: A man who’s got troubles’ll give you trouble. (A young chap in the hallway says this is too obvious to be interesting, or to be mentioned in polite company.

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Memorizing what you’re going to think next may or may not be of any specific value.

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The local god told the reigning king, “Don’t take it so hard — don’t take it so hard,” and his Grace said, “You really mean that?” And the god said, “Yeah, right! The same way reality means it when he tells me that stuff.

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More physical laws from gut-wrenching, unbelievably-horrible areas of flaming-hell, etc.: You can’t be blameless and say you are. (Ayyyyyyhhhyyy!!!)

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It’s said that the coach of City College’s Philosophy Team is salivating with excitement over the school’s recruitment of a freshman Dialectic Existentialist who is 7’4″.

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Even some of the passengers not going anywhere got left.

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Although life and the Pro-Anchovy Society furnish materials for dreams that say otherwise, it is darn difficult to ever stumble into a neo-Garden Of Eden.

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In perhaps the zenith of sophisticated optimism, one fellow advertised, “Circumcisions By Mail.”

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The foreman of the drive told the wranglers, “Some of the creatures have a part of their brain that reacts adversely to seriousness.” “Should we cut ’em outa the herd, Boss?” asked one; “No, Ringo, that won’t be necessary. There’s not really enough of them to worry about, and if we did, I don’t know where we’d put them. And plus, lighten up guys — it was just a joke!”

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One man told his kid, “One way to get rid of yourself is to attack yourself. And the lad, being no dummy-in-the-classical-sense, realizing, if not down-right-suspecting this to be a “test,” replied, “Yeah, but you can also use ‘attacking yourself’ as a means of even greater visibility.” (And thus it is, that the human mind can instruct itself, if one is smarter than one has any right-to-be.

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Saying that he could have been a Park Philosopher if he’d’a wanted to, one man contends that if squirrels had wheels, the quality of interstate intellectualism would increase substantially.

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A viewer says he recently wrote to tell how much this annoys him, and received a reply supposedly from the Producer of our show which pointed out that it’s all just a dramatic presentation and that I’m simply acting out a scripted part therein. He says he feels like a dunce. “Is this true,” he asks. (Then adds, “I trust you know which ‘is this true’ I’m asking about!”

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A man who’s not acting’s not revolutionin’.

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From a certain non-standard view: City people who think they “know a lot,” are sick. Oh, they’re quite well enough for ordinary affairs, and maybe even better off than you, but nonetheless, you heard what I said.

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A minor god, put in charge of a local spread, said, “The best thing about having the Big Horse is that all day long it’s just, ‘Ridin’ and a’spitin’, just a-ridin’ and a’spitin’.” (Later, over by the chuckwagon he added that although the hours were long, the time was short.)

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Standing near a clothing store, he shouted out to the passing-byers, “If professional wrestling’s a fake then so is professional thinking.”

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{…the prize at the bottom of the box said:} “Would you prefer to kick-a-thinker-while-he’s-down, or, Insult-an-athlete-while-he’s-up-in-your-room?

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A man with an about-average bus, (painted real nicely), said he’d be damned if he’d take any directions from someone who wasn’t serious. (And he says that’s “not serious,” period! Not, “not serious” in quotation marks.)

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{…and this just in from our Sports Central:} One guy had a horrendous, bloody fight with the northeast corner of his roof. (Hey, don’t laugh, he took it two out of three falls.)

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A tip from Chapter Two of one universe’s Local God’s Manual: “If you will predict for the creatures what times the trains may run, they’ll quit asking you what makes them run.”

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{…and a viewer writes:} “I am prepared to take exception and offense at that last Kyroot inasmuch as I am now p-r-e-t-t-y certain that it has something to do with how the human mind works, and little to do with the training instructions our gods may receive. Sincerely Yours,” etc.

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{…and in an unrelated item, that reminds me:} They say it is difficult to receive the proper education at one reality’s God College due to all the laughter in the classrooms.

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{…and that same viewer writes again:} “Look, I see what you’re doing, and I’m getting even madder. Yours Sincerely Again,” and so on.

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Over in neural La La Land, one guy’s brain, as it played its daily game, sang this four line rhyme: (The left lobe would take the first line, the right lobe the second, and they’d both join in together on the third and fourth, and it went like this:) “Something’s a got-a-me,” “Something’s a got-a-me,” “Oh my god-a-me, It’s a dichotomy.”

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One chap offered to strike a deal with his local reality, “Hey, make me famous and I’ll quit asking you questions.”

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While the ordinary, in unusual, fancy-ancy procedures, try to sharpen their attention, and remind themselves that they can always be more alert and thoughtful than is normally needed, by such methods as, Trying to continually remember the many-names-of-god, or, Attempting to constantly remember the presence of one’s-own-breath, while they pursue such endeavors, the run-of-the-mill revolutionist just remembers-to-remember; remembers to think more than is necessary.

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One guy’s constant reminder to all of his household goods was that, “Stupidity’s a moving target.”

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As the anxious diner continued to glance back and forth at the two columns of tables d’hote on the menu, his waiter said, Remember sir — N-o-o substitutions.” (Later the man commented “What kind of restaurant is that anyway that serves Lambs and lets in goo and lightning?”

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A person writes: “Regarding that, ‘Brief History Of The Revolution,’ you read on the last show that had one voice saying: ‘I can’t do anything about the land I inherited, but I can work on the house,’ and a second voice replied, ‘You ever hear of agriculture?’ well, I just have one thing to say — This is all gettin’ too serious for me.”

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To think that knowing more has a point, misses the point.

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Just before breakfast, as they gathered by the bunkhouse for their daily prayer, the foreman said, “Before we ride out, I gotta ask you men: Is anyone here a follower of Schopenhauer?”

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One guy didn’t want to ask for anyone to give him a break — especially after he realized that he was as “anyone” as the next guy.

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Alligators don’t appreciate appearing in parables the same way squirrels and buses do. (…and Kyroot added Oh, all right, but remember — you forced me to do it: What’s the other difference between squirrels and buses? On squirrels, no one ever says, “End of the line — everybody out.”)

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One guy would call himself only when necessary. (He is further working on establishing a new personal definition of the word and idea of “necessary.” (Hisself says that some day the guy’ll go “too far.”))

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In a kind of carbon-copy universe, a viewer wrote an operation something like this one, and said, “I have never watched your show, and I never will. And the only reason I’m writing you now is to make you feel bad. Sincerely,” etc. (A prominent reason that people believe something will “work-out-there” is because they believe it’ll “work-in-here.” And the chief lubricant of beliefs “working-in-here” is that believers find them to work. (Life is — if nothing else — fair and greasy.))

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Fearing an impending shortage of modifiers, one man pulled up short.

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After sundown, one ole man said to his kid, “Just because something sounds funny, doesn’t mean it is funny.” And the lad said, “Jeeze, that covers a lot of territory.” “‘Jeeze,’ hell! That covers all territory.” (The next night he told the kid, “Just because something sounds serious doesn’t mean it…,” and the lad interrupted, “Wait! Let me guess. Is serious, no wait, is funny no, hold it, wait, don’t tell me…”)

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Even a leaky ship can stay afloat by constant self-reference.

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{…and a salty ole viewer asks:} “Is there any way, at least here in the southern latitudes, that a ‘ship’ could symbolically represent the thought conglomerates of one man’s mind?”

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{…and another viewer I may have made up, writes:} “That last communique from an alleged ‘ole-salt-viewer’ is — in relationship to the previous Kyroot to which I responded — the very kind of ‘self-reference’ you started out apparently attacking; so I ask you, Mister Smarty-Warty — just what gives? And who’re you trying to fool with all this circular nonsense?” Signed, “One Not Limited To Spherical Navigation.” (Now I ask you, friends, is this the kind of stuff I could make up??!)

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Update on one, ancient mortal maxim, (says the subversive mathematician-cum-topographer): “Give me a conflict wide enough, and I can move the world.”

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A man who doesn’t know more than he’s telling doesn’t know much.

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One local reality laughed, and admitted, “Yeah, if you can get the older talking parts of a guy’s nervous system to take up a serious, spiritual ‘mission,’ he don’t even have to take up a gun.” (In another universe, the creatures are allowed to select their own form of torture; and of course none of them ever pick out “that one.”)

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The anti-stupid test for the night: How is the human brain like a cattle drive?

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A man who existed in a spatial world, who heard that it was, “Always nine o’clock somewhere,” said, “That’s where I want to go.” …(and Kyroot added: as silly, as uncertain as that may sound: might you consider it otherwise if this spherical world was your own skull.)

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{…and as the subject abruptly changed, Kyroot said:} Ideas with a permanent address should be run out of town.

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There are several ways that ordinary men manage to get through life; none of them work very well which is why they recommend them to each other.

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One man says he used to listen to the radio until he realized he didn’t have one.

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One man says he doesn’t know which he’s sicker of: Being told that life is fair, or being made to feel like a dunce. (Don’t any of you dare ask if there’s any connection between the two.)

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A person conveys: “My professor says I shouldn’t watch your show because it could interfere with my perception of the distinctions between our hormones and our environment. Would you care to comment on this.” All right, but first let me ask the rest of the audience: would you prefer to have a permanent address — or receive a package.

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Okay, additional footnote for anyone who may have momentarily stepped out of the room during an earlier part of the program: man’s unique intellectual world most handily sustains and reinvents itself as long as another latitude is always over the horizon; as long as one carousel steed succeeds another, and as long as any idea can justify and prove itself through self-reference. (If you like “AC”, you just gotta love “DC.”)

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By consuming others, he stayed alive: thus did he and his victims survive.

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{…and one man said:} “Hey — if you were a cow wouldn’t you be serious?”

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While noting it to no one, a revolutionist said that his responsibility to his troops was not based on his obligation to them, but on his obligation.

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Local news item: One man knew more than he’d say; he doesn’t live around here.

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A page from, “The Sailors’s Handbook Of Immodest Gains”: it can appear mirage-like when the metaphor-maker doesn’t use religious canvas to forge the cattle’s shoes.”

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In a far away galaxy, on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, everyone is super serious, and on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, they’re all extremely silly; on Sundays they all just stare at one another.
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In every universe there is a “certain place.”

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{Did he say,”every”? (“Heads-up! — Starboard tack!”)}

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{Did he say a, “certain” place? — (“Wagons, Ho!”)}

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The welcome sign just outside one reality read, “There’s always time to be serious.”

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One rebel’s reminder: Never feed the secondary at the expense of the primary, but feed the former at all costs.

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