Jan Cox Talk 0901

Changing Because You Have to Is Not Much Change

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#901 * Nov 29, 1991 * – 1:00+ 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :32. Speaking/thinking about change precludes Real Change. Thus the Neural Revolutionist does not talk about himself; denies it when questioned about any observed changes. Only the Neural Revolutionist can be no particular kind of guy and not look back in either direction (i.e., either polar direction backwards—desired and not-desired).

Epilogue: There is no freedom at the PL/Primary Level and no feeling of captivity except at the SL/Secondary Level. The Neural Revolutionist nervous system reacts not to the continual announcement that the “ship is sinking” by the SL/Secondary Level captain that there is no exit from 3-d life (even suicide doesn’t help/work, but those who use it never know it!). Only the Neural Revolutionist can do what he actually can do, not what. Life’s imposed view of what he can do, dictates.

Cf. “Grant me the ability to change what I can; the patience to accept what. I can’t; the wisdom to know the difference”. This is Life letting out in a harmless way the real facts. If you change because you have to change, that’s not much change. End at 1:57.


The News

Everybody’s a shill.

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As is so often the case in human history: All there agreed that when it came to the date, May 7th, 1971, none of them could remember where they were, or what they were doing.

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“If you’re not thinking more than you have to, Babe, let’s face it — you’re just not thinking.”

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There’s not much use in talking about things you can already do, unless of course, you’re not really doing them, and they’re in fact, doing you; (this could be worthy of some non-respectable note.)

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Evidence that you do not understand something is in having to express your dislike of it.

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A fellow stopped me over in the city, near a sidewalk and said that these shows had become a great “intellectual comfort” to him, (which he appreciated), but that mere neural matters were not his main area of difficulties, and he didn’t think it was for most other people, either. (I didn’t ask him, but a query for you: which do you think he’d prefer: me to change what I talk about, or me to change what seems to trouble him? [You might, as always, ask yourself this regarding your own private conversations.])

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One chap’s view was an overview; (his brother, however, held a contrary position).

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One god finally admitted, “So okay — so everybody got a bad break.” (I added the word “finally” just to help calm the children.) And during this Intermission, before Act II begins, let us have this relatively, “non-commercial” pause-and-announcement: “Those who take the word of the gods over that of reality deserve what they think they hear and get.” (Now let’s quietly join them back on stage, where the tenor is just about to step forward, and sing everyone’s inspirational favorite, “Mama Mia, I Never Had A Chance.”)

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“Hey! What can be more fun than a fad!” cried one man’s brain to his liver, (which showed a prodigious degree of indifference). Later, his elbow said that, “It’s all probably a matter of where you’re from.”

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One of the park debaters concluded his argument by pointing at his opponent and declaring, “Hah! Simply knowing the figures-of-speech will not make you appear slimmer.” (His adversary’s position had been based on the proposition that, “Untoward amounts of what man says has a mere verbal basis.”)

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Only the dumb admire the less dumb.

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In some realities they periodically put out a “last call” for primary pleasures just to keep the secondary on its toes.

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{…and one historical gent, (whose non-existent steed was damn-near shot out from under him), stated,} “I may not be able to have all those ‘fancy-ancy’ thoughts some of you guys do, but I can take a good crap in the woods with the best of them.” (Leeward-side-moral: Only a wise man will argue with the truth.)

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Down field, and already in the clear, suddenly, just around the ten yard line, things cut back, slightly toward the far side, and it was decided that stupidity has no gender.

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{…one of the old timers kinda grinned, kinda grimaced, rubbed a combination sore spot on his knee and head, and said} it was a pleasure to be able to stick around long enough to watch himself stick around.

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Saying he believes feeling to be as important as thought, one man says he’ll only tune our show back in when I have figured out how hormones and ideas are connected. (Why does he say “When”? Where’s this fellow been?)

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Gathering the history of his neural family about the feast table, he told them, “We are all but poor reflections of our former selves.” “Or,” injected another voice, “from another ‘time-view’ — even worse.”

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The revolutionist might give a fresh new, secret intensity to the word “intensity”.

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(One chap’s latest thinking goes along like this): “A man without books, a man without heroes, and a man without a watch, a thermometer, or bus schedule might all get together and form one real person. This is just my take on the matter, and I could be wrong. I am not, however, and could in fact be talking about something else entirely.”

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{…after an appropriate pause, this corollary presented itself for our examination and consideration:} “Some energy packets come already self-protected.”

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{…and attempting to seize the opportunity, a would-be Moral injected itself by proclaiming,} “A man on a ‘mission’ to the mind-of-the-city is too much like a virus that sends out its own medical bill.” …(Only a neural revolutionist can learn where there is no classroom…Hell, that’s the only place he can learn.)

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A man with an address in the city, (who says he’s an intellectual), says that life at these altitudes can be quite demanding.

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In place of physical weapons, those of one revolution carried with them a note that read, “Remember: On this planet you can either stand-still, or, jump-up-and-down, but you can’t seem to do both at the same instant. Do try and remember this.” Signed, “Your Friend, The Present Unsettling.”

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Those who have an “unconscious mind” — deserve it!

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{…and someone pertinently inquires:} “Dear Programmer: In today’s complex world how is it possible not to have an ‘unconscious mind’? Yours Intellectually.” Well, Dear Intellectually: Let’s put it to ourselves this way: Once you know you have an “unconscious mind” — how can you stand to keep it?!!

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At one place, if you just show up, they’ll force you to eat; (everyone eventually shows up there).

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Another Helpful-Hint-Quiz: Once you’ve set sail, and everyone’s down to their swim suits — how to spot a revolutionist?: If it’s announced that the ship is sinking and that nothing can be done about it, most of the passengers will become frantic and frightened, the rest will seem resigned and fatalistic. After all are thusly accounted for, if you look around and anybody else is left, they could be a revolutionist for all I know.

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You don’t actually “clean up dust” — you move it.

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And free, with your paid subscription comes this labor-saving, efficiency tip: “Rolling-over-in-your-grave” won’t frighten any of your peers in the cemetery. (Certain non-standard warriors save their best bullets for last.)

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One guy says a distinct benefit of writing your own material is that at least you know what you’re going to say next.

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{…and from the old mail bag comes this note:} “Regarding one of your recent remarks, and then the several follow-up letters from viewers concerning it, I’m still — for the life of me — at a loss to understand why a man about to be shot would take a laxative in the first place. Please advise, if possible. Yours Sincerely”, etc.

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After considering the sales pitch in one ad that said, “Buy It And Forget It,” this one guy decided to do it the other way around.

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The park philosopher bellowed, “The headlines in the daily papers are like the leading thoughts in that community’s collective mind.” And one of the crowd shouted back, “That’s either the world’s worst simile — or if meant to be taken literally, the most frightening notion I’ve encountered since ‘pay-TV’.” (Many by-standers muttered and shuffled their agreement.)

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It’s hard to be different when you’re human.

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No matter the time of year, this one ole man would allow no interruptions once he’d lined all the children up to receive this message: “The logistics of shame are not bound by the limits of experience, nor by the speed of mortal expectations.” (And a gentle-person in our viewing audience counters by saying: “By Jove, sir, I must say that on a relative scale of frustration I find this kind of Kyroot more to my liking than some others; for this is the kind that not only do I ‘not get’, but I don’t think anybody else does either. Feeling-much-better-in-conclusion, Yours Admirably”, etc.

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One guy says he’s had “more than enough”; (his local reality kind of giggled and whispered, “Wait’ll you hear what I have to say.”)

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In those matters regarding the “Goo-fields-and-the-lightning” and “Marys-and-the-Lambs,” the question continues to show up for lunch on Thursdays: “Does that which the trees know have any relevance to the squirrels, and vice versa?”

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{…A creature “dangerously close” to being able to make sense of the possibility of a mind instructing itself — is dangerously close.}

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The claim of one fellow is that if the human intellect was actually going anywhere, typewriters wouldn’t have brakes on them.

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Law: Only the semi dangerous are feared. (Okay, Real Law: Only the speciously dangerous are feared. [What other arrangement did you imagine was controlling that kept ordinary men running-for-their-lives, and healthy?!!])

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{…manufacturer’s follow-up:} “Hey man!” said a local god to its employer, “Real fear’s w-a-y too frightening.”

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One reality mused to his girl friend, “Can you be-lieve the kinds of people who claim they work for me?!!”

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If you can’t erase, revise, and re-write, what good is trying to be creative in the first place! (Note: This is true for both the ordinary and the revolutionist; it’s just that the revolutionist doesn’t care whether it’s true or not. [See?… Why sure you see.])

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Insider’s Tip: If you think you’re “incomparable,” you’re extremely comparable.

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One man asked his friend, “Why is it that the worse the disease, the more costly the cure?”, and his bud remarked, “You don’t by any chance have man’s mind in mind do you?”

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{…and a fellow here in the first row wants to know,} “Wouldn’t it be better to have said, ‘Why is it that the worse the disease the more costly is the treatment,’ rather than the ‘cure’, because if indeed a real cure is effected — mere cost could be no object.” (Hey, since when did they start lettin’ people who can think come in here anyway?!! …[And that other guy’s buddy still wants to know, “Does any of this relate to an individual man’s mind in any way whatsoever? — Huh? Does it?”]
…Say, why don’t the rest of you ‘loosen-up,’ and, ‘tighten-down’ and give the guy a break!)

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Understanding full well the latent power of proper nouns, the latest uncle stood before all those assembled at the family reunion and said, “Let none expect sympathy whose name is Pig Wally……………..Now let’s eat!”

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That city just south of here, now has its own chapter of the National Pitiful People’s Federation, whose proud motto is, “Stumble early — Stumble often.”

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{…a youngish chap, (without a TV of his own), wonders just how long you can make fun of life in a non-serious manner and get away with it.}

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There’s only two things in this world that can “back up” without doing themself any damage, and a pickup truck ain’t one of them. …(Yeah, you can guess if you want to.)

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Everybody believes they’d be better known, and more respected if they were back home; (that’s one of the ways to tell that everybody’s everybody. [Hey chump! — Who are you?!!])

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{…the final round of the international play-offs seemed to come down to these two teams: The first who say that, “A man who can ask his own questions can give his own answers,” and the second squad who state that, “He who can lay his own eggs should be able to furnish his own butter.” (The game will begin as soon as an impartial referee can be shot.)}

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A viewer writes in to thank us for our recent tip regarding ending your thoughts with a touch of irony so as to seem more intelligent when you don’t know what you’re talking about; he says not only does it work on other people, but that it even makes him believe he’s smarter than he knows he is. (Remember our company slogan: “If You Can Use It — Go Abuse It.”)

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Over on another world, their reality, just as a small token of its esteem, gave the creatures a striking intellectual gift on one of those well known holidays, (Valentine’s Day?… Halloween?… April Fool’s… …Oh well, anyway, the reality told them this): “All ideas were just ‘made up,’ but this one.” (And all over the planet you could hear the solid sound of little hands slapping little foreheads — “Wham! Slap! Wham!”)

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{…Companion Note: Any god with a typewriter can take up “creatin’.”}

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All kingdoms have their own myths and fairy tales, and all men are their own kingdoms. …(Well, they are their, “Own Kingdoms” in a kind of sloppy, collective way.)

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By wearing his clothes inside-out he hoped to reverse the aging process. (Yes, if this had any pragmatic pertinence to your mental operations I’d certainly say so up-front.)

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{…”You know,” said one of Kyroot’s imaginary relatives, “if the revolution did actually have anything ‘to do’ with anything else, I bet it wouldn’t be half as much fun.”}

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There are parts of life that are smarter than other parts, or life wouldn’t be smart at all. (“Say, Ole Man, That’s how I want to be when I grow up.” “Well son, that’s a neat thing about being a kid; if you know how to do it just right, you never have to grow up.”)

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Just because something looks purple doesn’t mean it is purple.

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{…and in a fit of extremely irritated retaliation, a viewer declares, “Just because I’m called ‘a viewer’ doesn’t prove I am one!” (He followed this by kindly sticking out his tongue at us.)}

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One guy up and said, “Life’d be a lot more fun if you didn’t die.”

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{…one guy up and said:}

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{…one guy up and said:}

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I won’t bore you with the details of the actual Grand Prize Question, but I thought you might find the answer interesting, (which was): “The benefit of being ‘unusually’ dumb as opposed to being just ordinarily so is that in the former instance you don’t have to suffer the discomfort of even suspecting your true condition.” (“See,” said Ebb to Flow, “things are never as bad as they seem — except to those who want to believe that crap.”)

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{…and an ex-city official writes:} “Sir: I commend you on your instant, judicious use of the word ‘crap’ as contrasted with other potentially disquieting euphemisms of which you could have availed yourself. Good show! — I commend you, sir! — and carry on. Highest Regards,” and so on.

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And by popular — okay, “semi-popular demand” — another item from our files of the, “Oh-My-God, Headlines”: Once they hear about it, only the silly and the serious want to come see what a revolution is all about. (Do I really have to fill in the rest of the picture for you!!)

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A viewer writes: “Amidst all my efforts to unravel and understand what you are talking about, I am somewhat surprised that you still use words like, “stupidity,” and “dumb” as relates to certain human activities, rather than coining your own new ones, or else re-defining some other old ones.” …(And Kyroot added: This is not really a letter from a viewer; it’s a memo I wrote to myself.)

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If learning to think with both feet in the air was more fun, the revolution could have a real name.

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You could look at it like this: The gods never marry outside the family, which is why they have no family — and are proud of the fact. (Note: The word, “gods,” as used herein is not meant metaphorically, much less symbolically, and is not parabolic by the stretch of anyone’s imagination, or draw-strings. …[Well, at least this time I don’t have to play, “pseudo-sotto voce” and ask, “Did they buy it?”, ’cause everyone will line up to re-purchase this idea again-and-again, as in “forever”.])

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A man who won’t act and pretend can’t revolution; and a man who can’t act can’t act in his own best interests.

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Maxim from another latitude: “It’s hard to help-out life when life doesn’t NEED any help; even MORE thankless, regarding its constituent parts.” …(And a kid asked the man: “I guess there must be some real reason why your damned old neural rebellion doesn’t actually help anybody, huh!”)

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{…on the very next page several survivors were found, who claimed, upon climbing into the lifeboat, that the revolution is the true form of “secret charity” — at least to one’s self.}

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What the collective know, they have always liked to call, “The truth,” since they know it’s not. …(How many times have I gotta tell you grunt-wrappers that, “fair’s fair.”)

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A young kid on the monkey-gym next to me yesterday asked, “How can there be any difference between ‘that-which-is-so’, and, ‘that-which-is-silly’?” (Say, what do you sit on to make you go down the sliding-board faster?)

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Why does everyone stand up when the king comes in the room? “Well, it’s either got to be because of cultural conditioning, or else, genes; and if it’s the latter, we’re not really talking about external royalty and etiquette, now are we?” (Hey, somebody bring back on that guy and his dog, and if they’re not available get that other act — ah, you know the one — that man and his trick brain.)

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{…now that the subject has been raised, some of you might remember a chap who did claim to have a brain that “did tricks,” but the act never really went anywhere once it was discovered that the repertoire of its feats consisted of only “floor gymnastics.”}

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{…(Yeah — I know — “In a completely unrelated item”): In some realities, certain birds, and gods will quit singing once they learn how popular they are. …(And a non-voting member of the Forestry Commission wants to know, “Does that last, ‘whatever-it-is’ have anything to do with not giving squirrels laxatives?”)}

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One of the park philosophers, (over in a place that doesn’t have parks or philosophers), said to the crowd, “Once the truth is known — everyone will know the truth,” and a voice cried out, “Will that include you?” “Most certainly not!” he replied.

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One guy carried another guy around on his back, but when questioned, the other guy said the first guy had it backwards. (I don’t think we want to get into all this, this late in the evening.)

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An unbiased commentary on one finite aspect of finite “aspectin'”: In the Great Arena-Of-Truth, wherein is fought out man’s eternal, moral combats, two men can always beat one if the two are bigger and stronger. (And a viewer sends forward a turbo-charged fax: “Did I hear correctly that you people are offering some kind of prize for the person who can best say why your show is not any more popular, and quoted in the major religious periodicals than it is?” …[Remember, all you video-fashion-plates: An unsubstantiated duck — no matter how small — still should not be held in one’s lap.])

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Soon enough, the people discovered that in times of extreme “metaphor drought” they could always eat potatoes or corn.

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As part of one viewer’s brain attempts to send us the following message: “As regards such subversive, ‘off-the-globe’ activities as I perceive yours to be — while I can appreciate what it is that you do — I don’t LIKE it…. …But I CAN appreciate it…… (a little…I think).”

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Changing because you have to is not much of a change.

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{…and most of the rest of the world writes in to say — “You wrong!”}

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