Jan Cox Talk 0904

Primary Level Self-Reference for Survival; Secondary, for Change

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Summary

#904 Dec 6, 1991 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :23. The Primary Level World is to stabilize life, the Secondary Level World is for the opposite. Self-reference at Primary Level World is to keep the body as it is, to survive; self-ref at the Secondary Level World is to make things change. The Primary Level World says to the Secondary Level World: “if it ain’t broke…break it!” Consciousness is a form of self-reference; Secondary Level World self-ref is what makes man human.

Epilogue: you don’t have to be just a pessimist to prove you’re an idiot; for that, you just have to be serious. It is the Group that benefits from expansion…not merely any new people.


The News

Rule: If you can’t break the rules, you don’t know the rules.

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There are still millions of different people who believe that “millions of different people” are a lot.

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There’s one man who begins all of his comments with the words “If you think that was dumb…”

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And now another episode in the continuing Dope Opera — I mean, Soap Opera — “Insights Into Secondary Concerns”: (We join the city just as it was saying): “Sentences are like bloodhounds and long distance runners: If they don’t go `on, and on, and on, and on,’ who’d give ’em a second thought?!!” (Be sure and join us next time, when we won’t be here.)

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At an adjoining table a chap defined history as “the things we don’t like that we like to remember.”

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No matter if you’re young or old, tall or short, athletic or lumpy, the primary must ultimately pay all debts. (Of course, that leaves the secondary free to whine and fret about them.)

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After reading a book on Psychology, one man decided he wanted one.

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If an ordinary man didn’t give his opinions and talk about himself, he couldn’t fulfill his natural duties; such is the proper and necessary fuel for that secondary “energy-machine” — Man.

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For cities and other neural worlds to hold together, there must be demands, and the demands must sound possible and be impossible.

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When this one person was accused of having a “mighty fine opinion of himself,” he was flabbergasted; not that he didn’t, but shocked that he’d let anyone else notice it.

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Another Finite-Quiz-Cum-Contact-Sport: First, the Fact: There’ll be no playing of horseshoes in heaven. Now the Question: Why not? Now the Answer: ‘Cause “polar-based-judgments” can’t factor in “leaners.”

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Okay, one for you guys who like another way around: The Answer-Without-The-Question: “‘Cause it’s easier to just not think about it.”

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Poets have long been enthralled by the faces of children, for they appear to be the only vistas capable of further expansion.

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One ole man told his kid, “Although I’m here to help you, don’t waste both of our times by ever pointing to something and asking how just that specific situation works, and expect me to answer only that.”

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{…one guy’s favorite Golden Oldie never was “You Talk Too Much.” …(Wait, maybe I’ve got this wrong; let’s try it this way): One guy’s favorite song was “You Never Talk T-o-o Much.”}

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Over on one world there is a new religious cult that says their god will be especially nice to you if you will “sleep with his ugly sister,” but everyone who hears this says, “I already have!”

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What the brain doesn’t know is in the blood.

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{…when he would approach him, the dog would still get up, and the man finally thought, “I come to hug your body, but it’s your hormones must react.” …(On another subject: Slipping up on your bloodless-brains is a far trickier thing to do while you’re alive.)}

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A man with a question mark can pass for intelligent — but only in a land where a man with a question mark can pass for intelligent. …(Some people who hear tales about the neural battlefield like to hear the tales but sure don’t wanna move there.)

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When the idea of a personalized Satan or Evil One was no longer accepted by this one people, their local reality kept them in line by periodically telling them that Buck Owens had just died.

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One guy says, “Lying to yourself is more fun than having four hands and five pockets.”

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One man had a word for all occasions. (His dancing partner told him he didn’t have enough occasions.)

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{…and now this Public Service Announcement from another ballroom all-together: “A man with `modifiers-on-his-mind’ might as well have a gun, because those kinds of bullets will eventually go off in your pocket, anyway.”}

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{…one man said he definitely had a question about “all this,” but that he just didn’t know what it was.}

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Many drugs, from caffeine to cocaine, make man talk to himself better.

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All secondary affairs have their subsequent aspects which become their primary operational focus. (Thus, for instance: The discipline of archaeology becomes not so much the “study of the past” as it is a concern over “archaeology.” A man who doesn’t understand this will continue to believe that what others say is meant to be taken seriously, and miss the whole point of ordinary life, and most of the fun.)

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Becoming deadly hip to the ways of the city — and adulthood — this one little lad began to say to all who would appear to take him seriously: “Hey, I’ve been hurt worse than you can ever imagine.” (Once you begin to “grow up” amidst the collective, it can’t be hid.)

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A Short Overview Of Intellectual History: One man shot for quality; his brother, however, shot for quantity. Between them, they learned that a man could expect returning gunfire of either a precise nature, or else crude, but overwhelming in volume.

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{…”Ah!” cried the rebel in the velvet ditch, “The `un-ahed joys’ of unused battlefields.”}

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Intellectual cannibalism is the secondary’s course of nourishment.

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Although the authorities still do not like to talk about it, one man over there became s-o-o ordinary that he became super ordinary. (It would appear that part of city supervisors’ jobs is to keep reality itself unclear as to certain aspects of local operations.)

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A group without a leader is not unlike an airplane with a blacked-out cockpit, and no instruments. It might be possible to keep it aloft, but those up there involved will no doubt find it tricky and most-interesting, to say the least.

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If you continually refuse to go to the bathroom when they call the roll, they may move your name further down the list. (Don’t ignore small hints and tips; kids need all the help they can get.)

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{…and a viewer writes: “But help you can’t understand is no help at all.” (And to think! Some of you didn’t believe the quality of our viewership could get any lower!)}

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By some, it was once believed that a revolutionist’s true legacy was a spit-wrapper.

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You can save your money on educational medicines and physicians’ fees — a man who still believes you can be embarrassed, be religious, or be human on the primary level is “gone already.” (And will the last one out please close the coffin. …[“Oh, doctor,” cried Mrs. Neural-Parts, “will my husband live?” “Dear Madam, I think the better question would be: `Was he ever alive?'”])

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According to the findings of this one chap: All of the world’s great writers only wrote so that they’d have at least one context in which they’d have the last word. (Oh yeah, he says that if we like this one, just wait’ll we see what he does to painters.)

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First voice: “Unlike life, the revolution can run on absolute uncertainty.” Second one: “But that sounds just like life.” “Ah hah! You didn’t give full notice to the word `absolute.'”

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Six hours later, at another table, a man who bore some resemblance to the chap I mentioned earlier said to his companion that “Memory is the stuff we don’t like that we like to think about.” (I believe that between the two of them…)

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At his own graduation ceremony this one lad had him play his favorite inspirational song, “You’ll Never Walk Alone Unless You’re By Yourself.” …(“Quick, over here,” said his mother, “can you get a picture of the boy?” “Yes, I agree,” replied his ole man, “that would be preferable.”)

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If a revolutionist’s solution to a secondary problem is not pleasant, it’s not a solution.

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{…in a final, desperate attempt to fight off the dark forces of evil, this one man — realizing he was going blind — took a laxative. …(and a viewer writes: “Dear Sirs: Regarding your recent, constant references to…” — Yeah, yeah, I know!)}

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With the revolution (just like everything else, I’m afraid), you either do it or talk about it. (Thank you, call again, your shoes will be ready Thursday.)

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When one would-be thinker heard about them “doping” horses to assure the outcome of a race, he, for just a moment, thought he “had something” to use on his own neural processes.

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Only the real revolutionist actually does what he can.

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Every time this one man’s brain had some “bad news” for him, it also had some “good”: He tried to tell his brother about this, but his brother dismissed it as just “some kind of trick.” (An anxious and fun-filled traveler could ask himself this question: If the double-barreled news report mentioned above were not so, then why do all streets going off “that way” also run back “this way” — including those nominally labeled “One Way”?!!)

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One guy had two different attitudes toward himself — and for s-o-m-e strange reason, he thought this made him “special,” or something. …(One city continued to be amazed by its own number of streets. …What a healthy, happy city that must be.)

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{…a chap who had once lived in the urban area sent himself a telegram that said, “If You Ain’t Dead — You’re Ragged.”}

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{…only certain people can really be nice to themselves;
…(and most of them wouldn’t admit it).}

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A group of relatively advanced creatures on this one world said they had to leave their home because the local god continued to say to them over and over again, “Talk is expensive, talk is expensive.”

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The Revolutionist’s Credo: “Almost understanding `what’s-going-on’ is almost as good as not understanding at all.”

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A Two Sentence Dialogue Drama: “All `smart machines’ must make continual reference to their own individual programming to remain `smart.'” (Second line response): “You call that SMART?!!!”

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{…and just down the block, another theatre was presenting this Three Line Play: “A real man should be able to `teach himself.'” (Other voice): “But what if the man’s an idiot?” (First voice): “S-o-o-o?!! Are you insinuating some difficulty or anomaly there? If so, you lost me — I don’t get it.”}

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{…once upon a time, far, far away (yesterday, just around the corner), there was a man who “danced with himself.” No, no one laughed at him, because no one realized it but him.}

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{…a fellow down front just asked if a couple of those last pages weren’t in conflict with one another; can you believe the impudence of some sequentially numbered streets! …to be a laid-out line of travel and communication, and then to complain about the direction of traffic! (“Hey, wise up, young boulevard — who cares!!” …[“Oh, how we danced on the night we were wed…”])}

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Only the revolutionist applies for jobs that don’t exist. (Employment corollary: If, every day, you can cut off just two words from every sentence, by the end of next week it’ll be Friday, my boy.)

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{…you can only go insane if you’re serious; you can only be sane, if you’re serious. …(The innate equity of the revolution is that if you benefit — you have to pay, and if you don’t benefit — you have to pay, and if you don’t have anything at all to do with the revolution — you have to pay…)}

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{…a smart young chap from planet Earth says that he doesn’t think this “revolution thing” is nearly as serious as I make it out to be.}

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One man used to carry on deep, philosophical conversations with chickens. (He says it was really just “philosophical conversations,” but that the inclusion of the word “deep” gives the sentence a better sense of rhythm.)

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“Say, ole man,” said one part of his younger neural self, “over in normal city life it seems no one will take you seriously if you’re not a little hostile, or at least a bit cynical,” and the elder replied, “Are we to take that as a newly discovered flaw in human affairs, or a piece of useful, personal information?” …(Query: Why say “flaw in human affairs” instead of “flaw in human nature”? — “Hey! — Query this, muther!” “Well, no need to get abrasive about it.” …[At another time, in another place (last night, just down the street), there was a man who “beat himself up” — but no one was concerned, because no one realized it but him.])

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Since it has no agenda, no aim, and no particular hatchet to polish, the revolution can pretty well look after itself; …(except when it gets serious and blows up in everybody’s face).

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For the next two weeks (at a place just over there), they’re offering a discount on this particular facial tattoo: “The Primary Is Too Serious To Talk — The Secondary Too Silly Not To.”

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{…”Just think,” cried a kid, “how it’d be if your brain had a mirror!” “Well son, that’s why it has you.”}

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{…one guy used to love the song “Everybody Needs Somebody” — then he began to really love the one, “Everybody Really Ought To Have Somebody.” (He never did realize that everybody does have somebody.)}

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{…and a more alluring part of one man’s mind seductively called out, “Hey big boy, if you’ve got nothing to overcome — come on over.”}

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After the big battle, one revolutionist had so much faith in himself that he didn’t need any faith in himself.

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“The ultimate defense is just to die,” one kid told his “ole-man-neurons,” who said they felt continually “under attack.”

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Over near that cafeteria that burned down, a man’s shadow asked me what the difference was between “a revolutionist and an unemployed comedian from outer space.” (I told him I’d have to get back to him on this.)

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As the neural warrior stood out in the middle of his own battlefield late one quiet night, he smiled and thought, “If life opposes what you do, at least you’ve got a chance (like in the fifty-fifty range), but when you have to provide your own opposition…well…” (He looked at the trenches on his right, then at the foxholes on his left; then he grinned and grinned — and then he grinned some more.)

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