Jan Cox Talk 0924

If Truth Must Be Close by, Experts Must Be Able to Overlook It

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#924 Jan 22, 1992 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :32. You can’t know where you are unless you first make it up. The “double dummy whammy”: additional distraction by Life from a moot, foregone, meaningless activity/question “does psychoanalysis work?”-   “is astrology real?” The question for a Neural Revolutionist: who needs it even it it does work? An expert is one who can ignore the obvious. Consider, if the truth must be close by, experts must be able to overlook it.


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Whenever he really — I mean “seriously” really — wanted to think, this one guy’d tell his mind — “Move over!”

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Whenever the conversation would turn to matters considered moot and meaningless, this one chap would stand and take a bow.

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The unexpected writing instructor told the students, “To be a proper novelist you must find things to be even worse than others have already imagined.

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{Routine thought, when put on a chain, before a hostile audience, will always say it’ll repent and learn new tricks.
…(“Hey, can we have three without mustard, over here.”)}

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On one interesting trip, as the bus moved forward many had the sensation it was going backwards. …(And one viewer who never watches didn’t write this: “I just love it when you pretend things happened that didn’t.” …[May I ask of some of you here — do you ever write home?…Do you know where home is?…How far away is your mind?])

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{In one city Philosophy was called “the completion of reason,” and if that be so then revolutionist thinking would be “the reason for completion.”}

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Without going into gooey details I can simply assure you that anyone who says, “Honesty’s the best policy,” and seriously believes there’s an alternative possibility, are themselves intellectually “under-insured.”

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{Taking his place for the first time in the Speaker’s Spot in City Park, one man said, “I guess my philosophy could be sorta wrapped up by saying: ‘If you don’t want nothin’ you won’t get nothin’.” And someone in the crowd retorted, “Whaddya mean ‘sorta’?!!”}

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Once during a visit back home, the kid was enjoying a small family gathering when his ole man took him aside and said, “This could be of some value to you over in the city, just remember not to get caught up in complaints and ideas that ‘the people get taken advantage of by the powers-that-be,’ not as long as you’re one of the people, ’cause son, that’s part of the job of ‘dancin’ backwards.'”

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One day the king asked, “Why should I pay for the privilege of being king?” and the reply was, “Because you’re out numbered!”

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Near the east gate of Central City Park was a man with a sign that said, “Fiction Is For Fools,” and a passer-by stopped passing by long enough to ponder this and say, “That, dear sign-bearer, is a most intriguing notion indeed; where, pray tell, did you get this idea?” And the guy replied, “I made it up.” (Surely things have progressed sufficiently that every time it rains we don’t have to stop and comment on the “totally unexpectedness of the instant wetness.”)

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To a revolutionist mind a brand name investigatory instrument tends to confuse, not clarify.

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{…then Kyroot added: Some time later, near the park’s west entrance appeared another man carrying a sign that read, “Irony Is For Idiots.” And I know this one doesn’t require our input, now do it.}

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In response to a certain god we mentioned earlier who had begun referring to himself as “The Official God” we now have one of his counterparts who’s started calling himself “The Official God Of The 1992 Games.”

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{In the circus that was one man’s mind, the Grand Prize to be awarded for his very best intellectual efforts was a trip, promised as being “Spend A Week With A Geek.” (“And the nice thing about it is,” he noted, “I won’t even have to leave home.”)}

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When one revolutionist reached the place where he was more inspired by his dog and house plants than he was his religion and the collective wisdom of his time, he knocked off long enough to help celebrate his tenth birthday.

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A viewer stopped me on the street (he said it was cheaper than writing) and informed me that regardless of what I said, he had personally observed that “All famous people talk about themselves.” (That apparently being that, he continued on his way.)

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{The newly posted rules in the terminal state quite clearly: “No One With A Sense Of Humor is ALLOWED On The Bus.” (They put the word “allowed” in all caps, although I don’t see why.)}

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{With a hearty sarcastic “chuckle-of-dismissal,” he tossed down the history book and snorted, “Well — if the Enlightenment did actually ‘occur’ it didn’t happen in my lifetime!”}

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And now our Knobby Neural Fairy Tale for Nuesday: One fine day two men went out hunting, and since they could find nothing they shot each other. The end.

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{There is a “conspiracy” in music known only to those who play. (Carry this on far enough and maybe you’ll finally move out of that second-chair seat.)}

…..{A well known chap, well entrenched in city life made note, “The absolutely mar-ve-lous thing about being able to buy the best instrument is that then no one expects you to have to play it. Simply mar-ve-lous.”}

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One kid with funny eyes said, “Anything that’s got a corollary needs a fuckin’ corollary.” …(His ole man added, “D.B.D.,” which is their code talk for, “Dat be dat.”)

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A certain king, (with no fall-back occupation in sight), one day declared, “Based on the ‘urgings of my friends’ — I have done away with my friends.” …(Even ordinary thought is not all that given to suicide.)

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{One of the coffee-shop-philosophers, after discovering that there were no Heavy Metal Opera records on the jukebox, said to the fry cook, “My operating premise has always been this: Can a man without any talent actually have eccentricities — or must he merely content himself with a job with the government?!!”
…(Organized crime in one city wouldn’t allow the people to enjoy anything they actually liked.)}

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Over by the building where some people work, a man stepped up and said, “Although the ‘big shot’ and the powers-that-be won’t admit it, there is an undeniable correlation between having a high degree of intelligence and a bad back, or poor vision, or weak ankles, or being overweight…”

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More definitions from the secondary realm: “An expert: One who ignores the obvious.”

…..{…then K. added:} Linear life revisited (and asked to stay for the weekend): The boy stood on the burning deck and said, “Wow, are my feet hot! …plus, why’s that big bird keep circling me?” (I trust I’ve made my point.) …and a viewer writes: “I never fully appreciated exactly what an expert was until I began watching your show.”

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{A certain “Anthro-maybe-pologist” presently has this notion: “If we could now determine exactly who first discovered or invented ‘ambiguity’ we might really be on to something.”}

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{…and Kyroot gave: Another, real-life example of the continuing and parallel lives of linear thinking: After his first day on the new job, a guy comes home and tells his brother, “The boss has already told me to do something I don’t want to do,” and his sibling asked, “What are you gonna do?” And the guy said, “Well, I’m not quite sure, but just last night I was reading a book, ‘Eleven Steps To Success In The Work Place,’ and the author lists the first three steps as, ‘Always do what the boss says.'” And the brother asks, “Well, are you gonna follow the advice?” And the guy replies, “Well, I’m still not sure, but even if I don’t it’s not like I wasted my money — I didn’t buy the book, somebody gave it to me.”}

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{Whenever this one local god would lose his train of thought, and forget what he’d been talking about, he’d just say, “Well, you see what I mean — you take it from there!” (After hearing about this, one man said he wanted to find this deity and “cram him into his own head” — “Either that,” he said, “or rip him out!”)}

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{…and Kyroot noted: More “Literary News That Some Might Use”: The revolutionist’s life is usually not real heavy on plot.}

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{A man who sometimes walks to work says that no matter how serious, calm, or even indifferent the animals of this planet appear, he’s convinced that in private, behind our backs, they’re all laughing at man.}

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The mayor of the city (which is not the same as the “king of the land”) one day announced: “Those who refuse to recognize the existence of the merry-go-round have no right to criticize it.”
…(“Hey,” said one little neural nipper, “who’s gonna argue with that!” …[Boy! Has that kid got a lot to learn!])

…..{…then added: In another part of that same universe, an older local god was instructing an apprentice in a certain area thusly, “Don’t ever ask a question you don’t already know the answer to.” …(And that same little neural nipper added, “Hey, whatever other part of the universe that is, ain’t all that far away!”)}

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{One city thinker thought, “The neat thing about ‘speaking-for-the-gods’ or ‘predicting-the-future’ is that you don’t have to think about it for yourself.” …(In case you’ve ever marveled at how well city thinkers’ suits always fit, you might make note that in the oceans, just enough water will get out of the way to make room for each little fish to get in.)}

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{…then Kyroot gave: A History in Eighteen Words: Being hungry — he ate; being tired — he slept; being dumb — he didn’t know what to do after that. (A chap in the Economics Department asks, “Are you sure that was just eighteen?”)}

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{At a rest stop the driver told this one to some rowdies standing around, “A man with a tape measure can always find a seat at a Pregnant Women’s Convention.” And one of the loungers inquired if he was truly being “gender specific” and if the words “pregnant,” “women’s” and “convention” were capitalized in the context used?}

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{“Ug, ug, ug,” spat the nephew of one ole city sorehead, “Don’t you just hate to be witness to the enjoyments of inferior people! Ug! And Phooey!” (In an unrelated sports score, one player noted how difficult it was to have any “real” fun when you knew it was just you having it.)}

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{Although he never said it aloud, one man thought, “Education is to a revolutionist mind as a french tickler is to the impotent.”}

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{…and as a “human-interest” feature, Kyroot related this little episode involving humans: “Yes indeed,” agreeably noted the contractor, “A rear-door exit can be salubrious and beneficial — assuming of course that one has a ‘rear’ to one’s mind.” …(A drywall man standing near-by thought to himself, “‘Salubrious’ was quite explanatory without the addition of ‘beneficial.'” …[And the half-brother of the architect thought to himself: “Those who work-with-their-hands can sometimes find fault with those who toil-with-their-tongues… Of course, those who work-with-their-hands can always pull out the tongues of those who don’t.” …and as he reflected on this, a chap who had been off-loading a brick truck thought, “I don’t believe I’ll add to the glamour and intellectual excitement of the occasion any further. Okay Buford, you can back ‘er up now.”])}

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{Earlier this morning, Monsieur-Mauve-Jeans-The-Mail-Man delivered this letter to Mister Kyroot’s Neighborhood: “Dear Programmers: I enjoy your show, especially the ‘Kyroot part,’ but I’ve noticed that some of what he says is long, and some of it short; can you explain? Sincerely”…}

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Neural fairy notion found in a box of Honey-Nut Metaphor Flakes: “In one land only those of royal blood would stoop so low as to agree to rule.” …(And a small pitcher of milk added, “Take that somewhere beyond the context of physical men and crowns and, by Cromwell, you might have something worthy to chew on.”)

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{After some heady, heavy and heart-felt philosophical discussing, one chap in the group stood to leave and excused himself by saying, “You’ll have to forgive me, but such talk gives me a headache.” He glanced around, then added, “But being alive gives me a headache.” (No one tried to stop his departure.)}

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{Those who believe in finite-based “reincarnation” are wont to say, “We all ‘blow our lives’ the first time around,” which — given the circumstances — even you’ve gotta admit…}

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{As the organ music swells, then recedes, we hear the announcer say: “Welcome to another episode of that continuing, never-ending ‘this’ll-go-on-for-fuckin’-ever’ day time and night time drama — ‘No Matter What You Call It — Justice Will Prevail;’ we join Mrs. Crumstead at the family mansion just as she says to the butler, ‘Most intellectual races in the city seem won by cripples.'” (Cue the swelling organ music again…)}

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Just seconds before the five o’clock quitting whistle was about to blow, the park philosopher gave the crowd this “freebie,” (declaimed he): “If bullets are the answer then it doesn’t matter what the damn questions are!” (Some of the listeners were taken aback — others just went on home.)

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{One guy’s latest “life-slogan” is: “A man who’d talk to himself’d talk to any body.” …(You might recall that it was his step-brother who was handing out cards last year that said, “Only the blind will laugh at the fat since they can’t hear from what direction it’s coming.”) Over at the university a couple of instructors were having coffee together and one remarked, “I sometimes imagine they have difficulty getting it directly if I write it ‘directly’ on the blackboard.”)}

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{…and Kyroot noted: I don’t know where it’ll all end, but now I’ve just been informed there’s yet another god who’s added a new twist to his title, one apparently trying to make himself seem more “accessible” and “user-friendly.” This one now wants to be known as “Uncle God.” (I do trust that at least all of this has taught some of you the lesson regarding trying to mix oil and water, ’cause all you’ll do is ruin the taste of the already diluted bourbon.)}

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Since his vehicle seemed to go in only one direction this one man saw no need to even think about fixing the transmission.

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{At the weekly Faculty Brunch Professor X said to Doctor Y, “Although all peoples have proverbs, some peoples have more proverbs than others,” and the good doctor hushed his tea and responded, “Could it be that some people have more people than others?…” And right on cue the weekly fist fight broke out. — (Quick! Somebody call the Poetry Patrol.)}

…..{Side item: In one land (known among some of its locals as “Straight-Ahead-ville”) there is only one 911, emergency number — death. …(Some of these same people used to also refer to their king as “His Excellency, Ole On-With-It.”)}

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The bridge-point (just around the base of the skull) between the lower and higher areas of one man’s nervous system used to sing a little song that at times he could just barely hear (it went): “Having a brain can be a pain.” (He didn’t particularly like it, but he couldn’t seem to stop it.)

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{A guy on the corner in the city spat and said, “If you don’t waste your life — whose are you gonna waste?!!”}

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The rebel standing near the center of the cleared camp site thought, “If you don’t have bushes you can’t peek through the bushes,” and as he moved on to dead center of the cleared area he further realized, “If you don’t have such bushes and undergrowth you don’t even need to hide and peek.” …(The victorious Caesar climactically entering Rome stole a bit from a prior neurological episode central to the history of one man’s intellectual development.)

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{…and Kyroot mentioned: Some people like some stories right up to the very end; some others like some stories UNTIL the very end; what are you gonna do?!! — (And the Chief Storyteller demanded, “Shoot everybody with ears.”)}

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{Near the fringes of one city, a man who bills himself as “The Psychologist From Hell” says his research now conclusively proves that everyone’s nervous system “harbors a gangster.” (He further notes that his brother works in the D.A.’s office and that we’d all “better watch it!” …[A gentleman totally unrelated to this story says he’s always believed that a “combination threat” is almost as worthy as “combination stupidity.” (Turns out his business card reads, “Dunderheads: Cheaper By The Dozen, More Precious By The Pound.”)])}

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{…and Kyroot “story-told”:} One king kept a pet bear; the bear ate him; he doesn’t keep him any more.

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{…then Kyroot made note:} For strictly revolutionist purposes, anyone who “identifies with” any collective values or ideas paints a large bulls eye on the back of their intellectual life. …(Oh, Robin Hood does no good, if ALL your thoughts are poor.)

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Evidencing a scintilla of apprehension, one chap says he visited a place where “day began at a different time every morning.” (He further notes that he didn’t even leave home.)
…(Many things can get an ordinary man’s mind started each day — desire is not one of them — that’s the job of your neighborhood revolutionist.)

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One man said that his own thinking was “so much fun” that he didn’t need poorly written TV shows and newspapers — that is, he said that until he realized he’d mistaken the latter for the former.

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{Without ever “going the distance” all fighters can imagine they’re winners. …(and a chap, second row, aisle, says, “I ain’t gettin’ the hell beat up for no body just so’s I can think better…No sir, count me out!”)}

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{A subversive neighborhood of one guy’s neural city said the following, “A man carrying with him a definition of himself is like wearing a backpack filled with starving, flesh-loving rats.”
…(This picture filled him with such unexpected filling that he could hardly go on for a while.)}

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{…and Kyroot told:} Almost by the time he could talk, one little child in the rear of the bus gurgled out to his seat-companions, “A mind without thoughts is like a septic talk company with no holidays.” (Those who could stand gave him a standing ovation.) …A jurist on vacation made this mental note to him (or her) self: “Another aspect of the innate fairness of the city is that it requires no special training to ride the bus — but also no particular credentials are needed to drive it either.” (Then, presently pleased and satisfied, he pulled a newspaper up over his face and took a nap.)

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From revolutionist rhetoric — Everybody has two names; a city name and a non-city one. (You can’t ask for more than that!
…[Unless of course you really are a revolutionist.])

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{On a small scrap of aggressive paper one man kept a reminder that he carried with him at all times. It said, “Remember: A grin is as good as a grave.” (And in retaliation a near-by city yelled out, “Yeah, but also remember this: Over here, the dead don’t smile.” …[According to where you live, of course, “over here” can be real, real close.])}

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After the new State Priest’s Official Investiture, the king kinda sneered and asked him, “So now you’re the latest in a continuous line of ‘privileged personages,’ but tell me — who was it then that anointed the first in your special dynasty?!!” And the priest replied, “You know as well as I, Your Grace, that the power-mad can kneel and stand at the same time.”

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To the ordinary mind of the expert — “verbosity” and “generosity” damn-near rhyme.

…..{…later that same lifetime, an expert wrote in:} “Dear Sirs & Madams: Do you infer that men in my position talk too much?” …(Please note, friends & neighbors, that hardly any one ever writes in to ask, “Is the implication that I ‘think too little?'” which certainly is not peculiar since no one ever asks them self that either.

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{After climbing around on this mountain for several decades one guy finally listened to his tiring muscles who said, “Hey, why bother! Give it up! They’re never gonna give a fat man your age a medal anyway!”” …(The father leader of one inter-family expedition said to his son, “No matter whether it ever actually speaks or not, the primary world has an answer for every thing.”)}

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Collective-thought gives ordinary men the impression of having a bigger mind than they actually do.

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During coffee-break (and on his own time) one of the park philosophers sat alone under a tree and tried to put himself into the future by pondering: “I wonder which will prove to be the hardest: ‘Knowing what’s going on’ or knowing-what’s-going-on and trying to do something about it?!!” …(Just then the whistle blew, and it was “back to work” for all.)

…..{Intellectual Spotter’s Tip: You can tell a man who “knows what’s going on” by the fact that he doesn’t stand out.}

…..{And from our viewing audience comes this note: “The more I consider what you say, the less sure I am that it’s as simple as it sounds. Truly Yours,” etc.}

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