Jan Cox Talk 0913

My Mind Is Assaulted, Therefore I Think

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#913 Dec 27, 1991 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :23. The ordinary mind can only conceive of itself via external authority. “My mind is assaulted, therefore I think”; the external authority is active (as least as much as the perceiving mind) where negative is as operational as positive attitude/belief towards the authority. Ordinary change is merely a shift from one binary pole to the other (e.g., reformed alcoholic). External standards must be in an audible range; the silent, physical,

Primary Level World standard is not adequate in itself for man. E.g., a photo of Mr. Universe is not sufficient for a body builder; he must be capable of internal dialogue re: what life would be like possessing the desired reality.


The News

The notice read: “If thought precludes thinking, where do we go from here?” And a gentleman said to his friend, “Hey, do they know how to start a show or what?”

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{…Holding down costs alone will not insure quality — except in intellectual manufacturing.}

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After many years of deep spiritual and metaphysical study, one chap concluded, “Wings on buses — yes, that would certainly do the trick…wings on buses.”

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{…As the seasons would change, he’d first put his nervous system “on hold,” then, “on call.”}

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The incommunicative have no conscience; and morality and truth only grow in collective fields.

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Almost any casket can be opened from the inside if you’re old and cranky enough.

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{…One guy said, “A neat thing about living in a finite universe is that you can’t ever say, ‘Well, I’m not going to stay where I’m not wanted.'”}

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Being properly trained, the guards never worried about the prisoners as long as they could hear them still discussing freedom and escape.

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{…A noisy man is a man well settled, and going nowhere.}

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{…A new kid on the block told the others, “If you’ll put a penny and your brain on the tracks just as a train is about to back up, you’ll get a surprise.” …(The aroma of the “new” drifts from farm to factory, from stockyards to studios, and all noses involved take credit for the smells; [Which, least you got it wrong and missed the point, is why reality gave man nostrils.])}

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{…and Kyroot noted: One man hired a chorus to follow him around; if he’d known better, he’d a’known it wasn’t necessary.}

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{…a lot of people who (at some time or the other) appear to be interested in a Neural Revolution actually only seek submissive tango partners outside their old neighborhood. …(You can conquer some with cannons, some with arrows and with bows, and some with just the promise that you’ll dance upon their toes.)}

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(Only a crude sort would file the following under any particular heading): After many years of effort, this one man finally developed this one simple device which still didn’t work.

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{…The winner of this week’s Sci-Fi writing contest is the following: “A man with no particular attitude could be your friend…but how would you ever know.”}

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Without the shadows of his external institutions, what man could stand aright.

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{…On days when the knight’s conduct had been less than he considered “admirable,” he would park his car in front of his bedroom window and sit out there (while he tried to rest and recoup from the previous trying hours) blowing the horn and flashing the lights all night long. This became so much fun that, thus — sleeping was born.}

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As he mulled over possible plots, one man thought, “If plans aren’t near suicidal, what good are they.”

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{…In some places, being able to “cope” is always a “big deal:” (It’s always a “big deal” if the places are in your nervous system — eh, city dwellers?!!) …(In this one reality, the prayers of the creatures got so undemanding that all the gods got laid off.) Oh yes, the mayor has asked that this announcement be announced: “That which you don’t think is connected — ain’t.”}

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Only a revolutionist could be an expert in an area that doesn’t exist.

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{…City corollary: Everybody can live in Budapest; that’s what Budapest is for.}

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The instructor told his charges, “All strictly ‘local’ species die out.” And one little matriculator thought, “Boy, I’m glad I didn’t hear that in Thinking Class or I’d really have the willies.”

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{…Having a deep-seated personal conviction is not the same as having a steel guitar.}

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{…They tried to tell him that putting a phone in your room still won’t stop a closet from smelling of moth balls.}

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His Minister Of Insight told His Grace, “It is the function of the educated to set an example; that is why they talk so much.”

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{…One guy’s favorite “insider joke” was that just before he was about to think something he’d say to his brain, “I hate to interrupt you, but…”}

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One man sent his sister a letter: “Be advised, Precious Sibling: If modifiers are not your friend, then your tongue is but a distant relative.” …(Numerous close-knit families and systems stay in touch. …[Their mama says she can let out “Numerous'” clothes just as well as she can “Mainly’s.”])

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{…and one reality reassured itself: “As long as the creatures believe that non-verbal problems can be solved through talk, everything’s o-kay.” …(After going, “Phew!” he further thought, “Hell, what am I saying — as long as they believe in talk I’m home clean.”)}

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Where things are alive, is an anger in the air; where they’re really alive eventually also comes doubt. (Who but reality could give such an exhilarating connotation to “Human life”!)
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{…Tonight’s Merry Myth tells of a far away land which tried to develop in more than one direction at a time, and wherein, as soon as you were born, you were given your choice of either a circumcision or a digital watch.}

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{…Many local, pedestrian gods look more impressive when seen in slow motion.}

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A man with the lights on may or may not have anything to hide; (just as a man speaking may or may not have anything in his mouth. …[A lady in a box seat wonders if the preceding sentence didn’t contain a misprint.])

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{…One reality told its little creatures that everyone’s brain had its own individual serial number; …(And to those it really liked, it told them it didn’t mean anything.)}

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Right in the middle of every good story is a little pause.

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{…One man finally had more ideas than he did dance partners. (He took the next weekend off.)}

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{…The rulers of some young lands have an inexplicable fear of answers overtaking questions.}

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One reality put out the word.

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The chimpanzees discovered a man to whom they were able to teach the strategy board game “Banana-Ships,” and although he was never able to beat them, they were still amazed at the fact he could even play.

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{…Near that brand new drainage ditch in the city a man stopped long enough to say that he sometimes thinks that he’s actually “too close” to his own mind to actually get an “objective fix” on it. …(The modern and chronologically-conscious are aware that Monday is not followed by Tuesday, but rather every day by words.)}

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More Unrestricted History For Those Still Between Buses: Man’s very first gods didn’t speak to him — and note, they didn’t survive long enough to even be footnotes in the history books. …(A gent over by the cigar stand, upon hearing this thought, “Gad zooks, sir, I’d bloody well let that be a lesson to me if I had the foggiest notion what it all meant. May I have a King Edward Mild, please…Thank you.”)

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{…One ole man told his kid, “Don’t ever say you’re not ‘getting anywhere.'”}

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As he reflected on man’s evolutionary climb, one chap says he finds it most indicative that we can get into the library free, but must pay to use their rest rooms.

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{…Without ever trying to explain to his friends or neighborhood mechanic, this one fellow decided that if a car ever had a reverse, it wouldn’t go as fast.}

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The truly city-hip know that words will eventually mean more than deeds, but they still must buy their food from those out in the fields. …(Update — [already three thousand years out of date]: Those still out in the fields aren’t all that happy with the situation. …[Thus, with their little potatoes and cucumbers, do the boys and girls spell out the word — “Progress.”])

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{…and a correspondent writes: “If I hear just o-n-e more person give a ‘new definition’ of ‘progress’ I’m going to puke or change my will and leave town. Don’t say I didn’t warn you people. Sincerely Yours,” etc.}

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Then — can you believe it?!! — Right before the “big exam,” he pulled a groin muscle.

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{…All good city students know that the real benefit of taking notes is that you don’t then ever have to think about the stuff again.}

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While once in the grips of an “understanding fit,” one man realized, “If there was any ‘accounting for taste,’ taste wouldn’t account for anything.” …(As he was still attempting to leave, the queen told the explorer, “Just you remember, Buster, it’s my money — and — there is no such thing as one ‘point-of-view.'” …[This little piece of information may not have taken him to new worlds, but at least it should have kept him out of the intellectual dungeons.])

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{…One reality told its young son (just coming into the family business), “If you can keep them believing that ‘Help’s coming,’ no one will actually insist on help.”}

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{…The saving-of-scraps produced some maps.}

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In the little secret place in his own mind (that he liked to call “the little secret place”) one man sort of adopted this position for the better part of two years: “Only the serious take life seriously; and by being serious can a man most efficiently appear both dumb and uncomely.” …(This man had a distant relative who would be wont to explain, “Once you reach my level, you don’t worry about ‘being ugly.'” …[The silent hold few beauty pageants, which makes no sense at all to the talkative.])

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{…Just about no matter what he’d think, this one rebellious sort would say to himself, “Right back at ‘cha.”}

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Once the spatial king had convinced the people that being buried in a high location was a reward for a life well spent, it was easy enough to make them content to live in a low one.

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{…By-the-ole-by: In a finite realm the “reward” for any thing is always just “everything else.”}

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{…A fellow who works for the city told a co-employee, “A cheap mind won’t make up for a bad haircut.” And his associate had the nerve (it being Friday and all) to say that the reverse would also be true. …(In some sub-divisions, one side of closet doors believe that the other side is somewhere else. This must be so, or the necessary finiteness could not be contained, and the whole structure would collapse.)}

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In lands where collective thinking still prevails, passage on cattle cars can be sold as sleeping-car conveniences.

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{…One kid mused, “It’s hard to be different without being too different.” (And his ole man thought something that no one could quite overhear.)}

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{…Although many local gods and city ordinances don’t want you to know it, a cure for most any human problem is to “leave town.” (Don’t you tell that I told you…Hey, wait! Even around here they don’t shoot you for the “obvious.” …N-o-o, that’d be far too…too apparent.)}

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Absolutely “first-thing” some mornings, the cry would sweep through the awakening land — “The hormones are coming, the hormones are coming.” …(And sure enough…)

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{Whenever he’d see himself pass by, this one guy would often yell out, “Hey, how’s your mama?” when he knew darn well he was intellectually an “only child.”}

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The ordinary man has no sense of an individual self until it first has a sense of a collective one. But even then, no rose is ever completely free of the smell of fertilizer.

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{…”And note,” said the trainer, “a ‘good move’ to a dog is better than a set of encyclopedias.” “And,” thought the guy, “quite a savings.” …(Once upon somebody else’s time lived a man who one day thought, “If I could do-to-my-mind what I have done-to-my-body, I’ll bet I’d end up in somebody’s day dreams, or Book Of Records.” …[Unaccountable Sidebar: An amazing “feat” is not much of an accomplishment if the original aim was intended for the head.])}

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One chap cut down on inter office expenses by sometimes having “good ideas” back-to-back.

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{…from, “The Joke’s On Us” department: When you live in a closet there is no way to decrease costs. (And as always [in those fair lands of finiteness] the opposite is gloriously, and also impossible.)}

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{…Not knowing what this — or much of anything else — meant, this one race simply “pushed on.” (ON! you mighty race, you.)}

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{…and Kyroot mentioned: When this one guy heard that there were “two or three things” necessary for human life, he cut out two or three of them.}

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{…In one land the “progressive” could be spotted as being those with sun-roofs in their convertibles. …(And a synapse said, “Hey, somebody shut those ears; there’s an annoying draft and other stuff getting in here.”)}

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{…During one of their several holiday celebrations, one man inquired of his reality, “Well, is it all right if I just pretend to be serious?…”}

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{…and “You-know-who,” did “You-know-what” — (i.e.:…and Kyroot said): In a healthy land the clumsy always believe the agile to be perverts.}
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{…Being no “off-the-shelf pimple-brain,” this one man, after hearing that the odds were “50/50,” decided to not play half the time.}

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As a kind of “in-house” catalyst, one guy decided he wouldn’t believe in any concept he could spell.

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{…Another bit more progressive guy decided that he wouldn’t believe in anything that he didn’t half not believe in.}

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After the union had hired their own Philosopher, the shop steward called the three o-clock shift together, and the new official addressed the men thusly: “You can turn things inside out, and you can turn things upside down, but you can’t turn things over to my uncle Floyd and get them back by Thursday.”

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{…And a viewer writes: “I don’t know which I like the most, least, worst, or what — when you say something that doesn’t seem to make any sense, and follow it up immediately with some apparently related serious comment, or when you just let it hang there.” (Just think, all you steel workers and grape pickers, what it might be like if your brains could do this to themselves.)}

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{…One man had more gem clips than he did separate papers filled with ideas to put together; but still, he said it made him “feel prepared……just in case.”}

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{…and Kyroot delivered — …More Neural Fairy Tales: Off in the distance they could hear the sound of gunfire, and the old ones said not to worry since we’re dead already. And upon hearing this the young ones suddenly realized what they’d missed.}

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{…On one planet, The World Cup Matches are played between the teams of those who say, “We’re born to die,” and those who say, “We’re born to live.” (The championship games have not been played for many years, since all capable of being referees and judges have either “passed-ON,” or passed away. …[Many in the stands don’t like to hear about this stuff, which is why the universe has provided stands.])}

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One guy liked to hear about neat stuff — as long as it didn’t apply to him.

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{…For his birthday, one guy announced that he was “everybody”; then for his next birthday, he took it back.}

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{…Traveling on his dual-passport in this single-lane land, the revolutionist can pretend that he’s hungry, or pretend that he’s not hungry; but he can’t pretend that he’s already eaten; only the ordinary can do that.}

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