Jan Cox Talk 0905

Real Change Is Only Talked About in the City

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Summary

#905 Dec 9, 1991 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :21. More Names for This Thing to :25. Man is the ultimate “smart machine” the ultimate self-reference system. SL/Secondary Level self-ref makes intellectual life possible. Primary Level World self-ref is to keep the body stable, as it is. Secondary Level World self-ref is to keep Life stable—changing, but changing in a particular way, synonymous with collective growth. But the individual intellect, while talking about desiring change, really wants nothing to do with it.; doesn’t even want to think about it.


The News

Peering around yet another synaptic corner into what appeared to be another face looking back, the man said, “If you aren’t dangerous you’re of no use to me.”

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Further proof that effort, practice and experience pay off in a sequential world: While there are sixteen ways to properly climb a tree, there is but one to fall out. …(If ordinary brains could see-in-the-dark and fully fathom where they are, many of them would become dissatisfied with their discovery. [Thus, derive your own lesson therefrom, Mr. Edison.])

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One guy used to tell himself, “Okay now — don’t give me a hint!”

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To get untangled, a revolutionist must be able to “stay-home” and “leave-town” simultaneously.

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Over in this one minor reality, one of the forces running things there began to make the creatures feel bad, and then better just to make a name for himself. (Talk about your “weird” places……..in fact I can’t guarantee the validity of the story: I only know about it on the basis of one of the creature’s claims.)

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One guy could only feel bad under special, private conditions. …(There was once a people who said that if you “Felt bad publicly — you weren’t doing it right.”)

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There is one job that’s open, available and safe for all amateurs — Being SERIOUS!

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To assist the lad in secondary orientation, and routine expectations, his ole man told him, “If you can’t eat it, drink it, or play with it — it’s taxes.”

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And as a safety measure, he had forty-four pockets sewn into his trousers.

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That which is supposed to help ordinary folks, and which actually does nothing, can do worse, if used by a revolutionist.

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An inquiry to the Advice Doctor reads, “Dear Doctor: Is it easier to be naturally dumb, or to decide to be so?”

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{…a spokesperson for the Doctor says that it’s becoming pretty obvious that many people are now using his services to ask questions that they know damn well no one can answer.}

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In one universe, one day gravity said, “I could be a local god if I wanted to.” And immediately, millions of hormones dropped to their knees in reverent submission.

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One man privately called his most basic, philosophical thoughts regarding life, “Explanations From Hell.” (Oh yeah, he says that if this sounds familiar it’s because he stole it from himself.)

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If your own thinking is not your prime investment you’re not yet a revolutionist.

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There is a guy who claims to know the smartest man in the world.

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After studying the client’s new product, the advertising men recommended that he put on his packaging the words, “Delicious Heated,” and after thinking on this for a moment the man said, “But then I should add the words ‘Also Good Cold,’ or else those with no immediate access to an oven might not buy.” Another of the agency’s proposals was that the wrapper say, “A Tasty Stand-Up Snack,” and the client considered this and said, “But then I must also say that it’s ‘Just As Yummy Sitting Down’ for the sake of potential customers who might be about to sit down for a regular meal and otherwise not feel my product suitable for the occasion.” As it was nearly noon, the ad men knocked off for lunch; to go drink and laugh at the client, while he stayed in his office pondering this whole affair. When they returned he told them, “After mentally taking what we were talking about on in further similar directions, it all becomes so entangled that my advertising and packaging would consist of endless clutter first saying that, ‘It’s Good In An X Manner,’ followed by, ‘Yes, But It’s Also Good In The Y Fashion,’ and it thus struck me that the best possible form of advertising would have to be NO advertising at all.” And as they left, to booze-it, and laugh at him some more, one of the young copywriters said to the man, “What you say is suddenly so obviously so — and yet, equally impossible.”

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{…and a, “Yeah-But” Corollary:} Yeah, but — In a finite world every thing is impossible anyway!

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Graffiti of the week: “The ordinary intellect attempting to analyze the news is like a cross-dresser trying to lay carpet.”

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What the mind perceives as a “Dialogue,” the revolutionist hears as “Tri-axial communications.”

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A certain viewer says he thinks that often when I refer to this kinda stuff, and even aspects of ordinary life, in terms of “seriousness,” or the lack thereof, that I could instead use the word, “important.” (I was going to do that some day anyways, but — “Okay” — Now!:) “This kind-of-stuff is both important and non-important; important to those who fancy it, and…” (on to the obvious ending.)

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One little man said he thought he had “multiple personalities.” (His wife said she thought not.)

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Ordinary, city health note: As long as your system will run up debts in the secondary realm that you must pay off to remain stable, all in the city remains ordinary, and healthy. (Aren’t you glad you can be of help?)

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Reminder To The Impressionable: Personal anecdotes prove nothing and everything.

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Upon hearing the comment, “Everyone wants to be hugged, but everyone’s afraid of having their pocket picked by the hugger,” a lad asked his brother, “What does that mean?” And his blood-partner replied, “It either means that you shouldn’t dance with John Dillinger, or sleep with a priest, or else that you should never listen to anything you have to say to you on important matters.”

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{…and in our audience, three adults, two children, and one non-union roofer thought to themselves: Well if you’re not going to be directed by what you have to say — where are you going to look?”}

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Additional city definitions: “An expert: One who can whine with conviction.”

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Whenever he really wanted to “have some fun,” this one guy would send his brains out of town for the weekend; and several of his friends asked if he didn’t mean to say his “wife/husband, parents, the kids?”…

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In his quest for the position of Official City Arty-Person, he campaigned on the slogan that, “Anyone who says, ‘Of Course Not’ — Should Be Shot.”

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On a bench in city park, one guy turned to another and said, “How do you think things would now be if it had been philosophers instead of priests who took up fancy costumes and rituals?” And his friend replied, “Well, what would have happened if Friday came before Tuesday?” …(Over by the bar a man thought, “I don’t so much mind ‘evolving,’ but I do wish the band would pick up the tempo a bit.”)

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In a forceful letter to his brother in Fingernail School, this one man insisted to him that if you, “Adopt the theory of a smart aleck you can prove anything.”

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Another petty, meaningless distinction between being ordinary, decent and respectable, and being a nervous-system revolutionist: If your work is not your life — your life must be your work.

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{…reaching for the remote, one viewer in our audience turned to his partner and said, “Wouldn’t it be easier just to have a good hobby?” “Sure,” he replied, “but not as much fun.”}

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For each song in his repertoire, one man had two conductors: One to begin the piece, and another to finish it. He was known as, “Everyman’s Inconclusive Philharmonic.” He toured little, since there was no outside interest in his work, inasmuch as everyone had their own, home-grown version.

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At the primary level, stability is health; at the secondary, stability is sanity. The neural revolutionist must, in the latter instance, however — go somewhere else also.

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It seems well beyond question that this one man believes that if you speak slow and soft people will think you’re slow and soft.

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The day after unprofitable escapades and unpleasant episodes, this one man would usually tell himself, “Okay, be a man and ‘take your medicine,'” ’til one Monday morning he suddenly thought, “Hey, if I was a real man I wouldn’t need any medicine!”

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{…historical footlocker: Life would not institutionally furnish man with physicians and priests if men could heal themselves. “But tell me then, ole Pa Pa, from that, could not one infer the possibility that men are not intended to cure themselves?” (And an even younger sibling — the silent sort — mused to himself over the potential that cures were never meant to be taken seriously in the first place. [Enjoying this particular line, he mused on it some more, but still didn’t mention it.])}

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In an attempt to discourage any potential neural neighbors, one guy kept half of his worst ideas jacked up on blocks in his front yard.

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There was once a revolutionist who had a secret personal motto that he never revealed; it was that he would continually say to himself, “Hey, let Charley do it.”

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Everyone eventually, “Accidentally shoots them self” — (even the unarmed).

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“Remember,” said a tree to the corn, “if the rats don’t get you the squirrels will.” And one husk thought, “Points-of-view, points-of-view — is there any thing else possible out here in the fields but points-of-view?!!” (“Remember,” said a dad to a lad, “it’s embarrassing to be out-thought by a vegetable.”)

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(From the department too weird to have a name): If it ain’t true it ain’t funny.

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One fellow said that were it not for the incursion of “bad memories,” his intellectual processes would be “right on the money.” And when asked how many of his memories were bad, he reached for his thesaurus to find a synonym for “all.” …(A by-stander says that we should give things their proper due, and acknowledge that painful recollections are one of the few pleasures man can repeatedly enjoy without going back to the tailor for a re-fit.)

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Only a revolutionist could have a hobby that has no name or out-of-town annual convention.

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To help clarify (in an enjoyable and tuneful manner) the finite domain of man’s intellectual capacities, this one chap wrote a new musical comedy entitled, “Lay Down With Fleas — Dream Of Dogs.”

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Although it seems improbable, seen through two eyes in a 3-D landscape, there are times when silence is preferable to denial.

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In one rebel camp’s latrine was scrawled this reminder: “Almost EVERYthing’s forgivable except being stupid in a place where you once weren’t.” …(In the city, whilst the religious were beating themselves with sticks and chains, a certain rebel’s brains were just all-over-him.)

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One reality had it announced, “We are no longer accepting reservations.”

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And now for more of our Continuing Good News: Substances remain readily available to help a man stare.

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{…well, since we’ve opened up this street I may as well give you an up-date of possible “mixed sentiments”: I guess you could say that the sort-of “good news” is that Joyce is alive, but the questionable aspect is that he and Milton are working on something together.}

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The young don’t need proverbs unless they’re already old before their time.

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{…a certain primary realm that learned to scoff & spit would always do so whenever it met a maxim.}

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One man wrote important, private notes to himself which he would later either ignore, or cry over. (If we had any less time we’d play, “Guess What His Name Is.”)

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The revolution never sleeps, and even when you do, it carries on. (“Thank god,” said a trooper, “for large favors.”)

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This one world decided to simplify matters and gave its creatures their choice of views: they could be either Optimists or Realists. (Several people asked if they could get transfers to another planet.)

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A kid asked, “What kind of fun is it that hurts you?” “People fun, my boy — secondary people fun only.”

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One camp commander thought to himself, “If there was much less amiss in life I don’t know how I’d keep this place open.” And his partner reminded him, “Don’t forget about you.”

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A man who never told “what kinda guy he was” would never become a guy. …(There was once a one word proverb, “P-E-E Y-O-U,” [phew] but no one understood it.)

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There are secondary areas of everyone’s nervous system that seem in need of comfort and shelter.

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{…a man who says he’s watched our shows several times wants to know if we’re secretly employed by the aspirin industry.}

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It’s hard to think’afresh while being shot at. It’s doubly hard when it’s you doing the shooting.

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As additional proof of his sanity and respectability, one man said he didn’t want to learn any lesson that cost him anything. (Moral: Be careful who you dance with because it doesn’t make any difference.)

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While some of the ordinary seem to use their knowledge of death as a catalyst for humility, a revolutionist might have a similar arrangement regarding the ever-constant possibility of stupidity.

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{…in-house joke for the day: What’s harder than trying to be a revolutionist? Trying not to be one when you’ve got to.}

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