Jan Cox Talk 0931

Secondary, Derivative Maps Most Useful When Passionate

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#931 Feb 7, 1992 – 1:00
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :31. The speech overlay on the Primary Level World gives it flexibility otherwise useless for Life’s continuing evolution. Derivative maps work best, are most useful, when they are passionate (i.e., behind the overlay some of the original Primary Level World source shows thru). Passion (read hormones) run the Secondary Level World as much as the Primary Level World…. it just doesn’t appear that way.


The News

The more certain — the more simplistic. …(Of course, like everything else in a finite context, this eventually reaches its max and becomes so obvious that no one notices it any longer.)

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If you internally deal in revolutionist, creative thinking, you can’t lie — since you’re not presenting your materials as being “collectively real.”

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Looking in the mirror is a waste of time — no matter what you want to see.

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One afternoon while he was alone in his bath, drinking champagne and being giddy, this one king cried out aloud, “There ARE no such creatures as `serious problems’ — only serious men.” (Sip, sip — giddy, giddy.)

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One guy’s car ran sharper as the gas tank got emptier.

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{One city made its views quite clear by stating: “The luminosity of an expert’s words that carry no complaints or warnings are patently under-watted.”}

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Seeing as how he was so dense, one guy named his brain Insight.

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{Having a business card that said: “Specializing In The Illusionary Balancing Of Objectivity,” the fellow at the next table said, “I don’t so much mind the passing of the years, but it is sad to witness the aging of my hair.”}

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In one regard, in the secondary world, no matter how or where you’re captured, the means of escape is words.

…..{…The mouth will take the stomach places it never wanted to visit; and without the brain, the mouth would have never been there in the first place. Sans intellect a stomach only goes where a stomach is pleased it went, whereas the mind must continually try out all kinds of new and exotic restaurants.}

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One guy raises this objection: “I don’t like ANYone else `speaking for me’ — ESPECIALLY when they get it right!”

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{One father’s good advice to his son: “If you want to be sincere in the city, be a sincere plagiarist.” …(FYI: The Law Of The Urban Jungle: Nothing conveys concern and thoughtfulness quite as much as cliches.)}

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{…then Kyroot noted some: Sports Trivia: At most “finite-game” stadiums, the most popular treat is Irony-burgers.}

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And in yet another little make-believe-o land, suitors for the king’s daughter were required to undergo a challenge to prove their worthiness; in this particular instance it did not entail confrontations with dragons, nor searches for lost treasures, but rather His Grace made them all take a spelling test.

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At the library on one world access to the really important works is only through a smile.

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{And through the fine work of the postal service we received this letter from a viewer: “Dear Kyroot Show: While I find many of your ideas regarding human life fascinating, I am somewhat disturbed to sense that you do not seem very disturbed. Query: Is this some kind of `act,’ or what?…. Or am I still missing something in all of what you’re saying?”}

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{The ole city sorehead said, “Wham! One day it just hit me — Wham! — that EVERY thing looks worse by `comparison.'”}

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Just after the rain let up, one of the park speakers spoke up: “A question is as good as an answer,” and a chap in the damp crowd said back, “Why do you say `as GOOD as’? — Is there actually any difference?!” To which the featured speaker replied, “Hey — you wanna come up here?!!”

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Some people know more than others…………as if that made any difference.

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Just for a “personal challenge,” one man kept his typewriter a few feet away from where he had his best thoughts.

…..{…A chap down front here said, “That’s nothing — I had a cousin who did the same thing with his brain.”}

…..{As he got better at what he was doing, one man began to think of his relatives that he didn’t invent in terms of IMpersonal, rather than personal pronouns.}

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As several people were waiting for their hats to be blocked, a gent with an overcoat across his arm turned to the cashier and said, “On my intellectual counter-space, I no longer find the thinking of the collective to be ergonomically acceptable.”

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{…and Kyroot noted: If a king began to laugh at the people personally, both he and the local god that put him on the throne would be in immediate danger of being out of a job.}

…..{While not tellin’ nobody, one guy privately concluded, “The whole point in being silly is to keep from dying.”
…(Corollary: If everything that everybody said didn’t mean something, there wouldn’t be classical, rock, country, and soul stations all on the same dial.)}

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With the throat of many and the voice of all, one mighty sound rolled across the barren plain: “If this be daylight and this be real life — then I must be in the city and serious.”

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At a three-quarters, mythical zoo, someplace else, a young child pointed and said to his father, “Oh, look over there — it’s an expert with a futuristic sense of humor.” The elder quickly reconnoitered the scene and said, “No, I’m afraid you misread the Tour Map: That’s just a crossbreeding they’ve done between a lion and a zebra, my boy.”

…..{…and now for today’s Pop-Top Quiz: What would be more fun than a woodpecker with a peg leg? Answer-roonie: A time segment that could consume its own past.}

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And someone else who has been following these televised proceedings asks: “If the `city’ represents my mind, then streets would be analogous to my synaptic connections, but if all of that be so, then I want to know why I have so many Stop signs in mine.”

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{After having just seen his first movie, one man responded with this dismissal: “Life seems phoney enough to me already withOUT all this stuff.”}

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{Sez One guy: “Subsequent to my substantial survey of the situation, I do not know how I could have put in more `S’ words in one sentence.” (Then, confessing his little joke, he began again), “After my long and careful survey of the situation, I now am no longer sure which to take the more serious — death or life.”}

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Over by the new road construction, a chap apparently trying to get some kind of fresh grip on the rigidity normally perceived as inherent in time climbed atop a piece of heavy machinery and cried out, “Wow-wee, gad zooks, and praise-be-to-International-Harvester — only four more months ’til the weekend!”

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I met a city academic given to (as is so endemic with certain of their sort) droll, linguistic exactness who is wont to refer to his fellow man with droll, linguistic exactness as his “fellow man.”

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Certain ideas that WERE the king of one man’s kingdom one day thought, “I wonder if it would help matters if I let the people call me `Boom Boom’ instead of `I’?” …(Historical sideboard: There are even FEWER records of villagers with a sense of humor than there are of kings with such.)

…..{Ordinary lands could not BEGIN to be sane without becoming serious.}

…..{A young human asked an elder, “How old DO you have to be to become serious?” (And came the reply): “How old do you want to be?”}

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{A chap over by the city’s Water Management facility said that after some twenty years of metaphysical quests and studies, he now feels as though he has all the spiritual authority of a Notary Public.}

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Sitting one day by himself on the floor one man pondered, “You know, my brain quit having the hungries about the same time my hormones fell off a full boil; you know, I wonder if there’s any connection?….. …Of course in the mental shape I’m in now — How’d I ever know.”

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Although arrows with one tipped end are common in these parts, they’re by no means conclusive, or the final word in weaponry.

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One man about decided that he DID have a theme song; he decided this at about the same time he realized he couldn’t play an instrument. …(“Okay, kids; all the woodwinds, over here — the brass section, stand over there, and all you pessimists…
Well, find yourselves another parable to be in.”)

…..{…In a moment of ephemeral epiphany, the Dumb Team decided they didn’t have numbered uniforms that went up high enough to properly pay tribute to those players who were “Experts Perceiving Problems.”}

…..{…and a gentleman in our audience insists that we immediately insert his comments on the matter: “I say!” (says he) “Just what the bloody hell do you people EXPECT of experts! You keep bloody well bashing them about with no apparent thought to the alternative! Just what is it that you WANT from them?…
Do you expect that our modern world could run if an expert testified — `Well, in this matter, in which I am an expert, I would say that everything is just fine… Yes sir-ree, everything couldn’t be better… I see no problems whatsoever.’ I ask you — just what kind of bloody hell expert would THAT be?!!” Signed, “Sincerely Concerned And Somewhat Irritated.”}

…..One fine day a kid asked his ole man, “Okay, well here’s the part I don’t get: Just what is the difference between being serious, being stupid, being an expert, or something else?”

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Just before the bus pulled out, the driver announced to the passengers, “Don’t any of you waste your time sticking your head out the windows and saying `Ohh, it’s not a pretty sight to see.'”

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Another way to take sight of how missing pieces go unnoticed in ordinary thinking would be to consider that if, as collective thought is so often wont to believe, there is a wild and dangerous beast loose in the streets. Man is not responsible for simply “LETTING it loose,” but indeed must have invented it also.

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The publisher told the young author, “Now don’t you worry about the length of your work; it can have just as many pages as you have numbers on your typewriter.”

…..{…And a man with some acorns in his hair says, “Wait a minute — are we now gonna have to add `publishers’ and `authors’ to that damn list of yours of kings, and gods, and ships, and captains, and squirrels, and buses, and all that other crap — I’m sorry, I mean, stuff?” …(Rather than respond to that outburst, may I instead make note of an interesting phenomenon taking place in many kitchens across this planet, wherein people with large, eclectic, even exotic cookbooks keep their pantries stocked with only Cream Of Celery soup. …[Uh oh, I better go — the guy with the nuts in his curls just said, “Hey! YOU ain’t fooling me — I still know what you’re talking about.”])}

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{…and Kyroot noted: Those who say they “hate art” also reveal their feeling for man.}

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A few days after the accident, immediately upon regaining consciousness, it was discovered that he had lost absolutely all memory of adverbs. …(A man down in the village says, “Much of what you talk about might go better with us regular folks if you would, for instance in that last story instead of just saying, `Upon regaining consciousness it was discovered that he had lost all memory of adverbs,’ if you would say, `lost all memory of adverbs and the ’79 Mets,’ ’cause then we could just take the whole thing as a joke, and ignore any other possible significance.” …[Then shortly after that, a traveler just passing through the area heard this and asked, “What the HELL is he TALKING about?”])

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{The city said, “If you ACT serious, I must assume you are.”}

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The speaker proclaimed, “All lists are ad hoc,” and the listeners were so taken with this idea that they put it at the top of the list of “Things With Which They Were Taken.” …(And a little man in someone’s head said, “I just love it when you point out the obvious — for several reasons, actually: One is that sometimes the obvious NEEDS pointing out, and another is that when you do, even I can pretend I understand what you’re talking about.”

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If they could, some men would explain their submission to the more dominant through a variation of the “greater fool theory,” that is, they trust to some day find someone even more submissive than they are.

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The general, brandishing all of his intellectual might, declared, “You can always tell those more advanced — they’ll always be ahead of you,” and a young recruit noted, “But when they’re in front you can never see them,” and the commander turned to an aide and said, “Would someone be so kind as to shoot that kid.”

…..{…K’s Addendum To De Tale: In some neural kingdoms there are still more wars than philosophers’ conventions; more drunken brawls than art exhibitions — but, Hey! — not to worry, that’s how it’s supposed to be, and besides, that’s not where you live, anyway!}

…..{…meanwhile, back down in the village, that same little smithy’s son (now mostly recovered from his pater-delivered head wounds) said, “Okay then — when I grow up I want to be a `drunken brawl,'” and his ole man replied, “In that case, all you’ve got to do is not grow up! Case closed! Now hand me that hot horseshoe.”}

…..{And a viewer says, “I really like it when your little stories get R-E-A-L complicated and convoluted,” and his neural partner scoffed, “Don’t you WISH!”}

…..One day last week another viewer said: “I don’t have a neural partner — I just barely have me.”

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Here now, several useless laws all jumbled up together: “In the ordinary world, one thing always leads to another.” “In places where one thing doesn’t lead to another, you have no worlds.” “The ordinary world will take you anywhere you want to go — as long as you want to go back home.”

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{…and Kyroot presented: A Super-Short Myth: In one reality, life attempted to show the creatures slides of tomorrow; some thought it was a joke, others took it as an insult, and some believed they hadn’t seen it. (That’s long enough for me; if you want more — you add it on.)}

…..{…and a fellow holding just a camera strap thought, “Ah HAH! — yet another name for the neural revolution: `If you want more — YOU add it on.'”}

…..{…and Kyroot added: As long as we’re speaking of such matters, you might be interested to hear about one people on another world who believe that their “downfall” came about not through out-of-season winesap consumption, but via the invention of photography — the ability to “freeze living reality” on film;
…(I guess the little dears had never heard of the mind.)}

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{Another Time Saving Tip from the Kyroot Show: ALL horseshit is typical.}

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Just before the light changed, a chap came to me on the corner and said he’d watched our shows and has figured out by himself that “the king lives up high and the people of the village live down below.” (He smiled and the light turned green simultaneously.)

…..And all by HIM self one king realized, “The only way you can get the people to consider something new in the upper living areas above their work places is to either flatter them, or kick ’em in their privates.”

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{A man in a manhole (temporarily) thought: “Well, it seems like you’ve got one of two choices: you can either be silly and know it, or else be silly and not know it, which makes you sillier than ever.” (He dropped back out of sight — temporarily.)}

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For those of you on short-chains, with only loose-change, with just a few minutes between buses — let’s cut right to the heart of it — want to? If you complain, you’re a fool.

…..{…and this hurry-up response from our viewing audience: “Dear Sirs: In that case — the everyday world is filled with educated, sophisticated, learned and talented fools! `Bah!’ to you, Sir — `Bah,’ I say, to you and all your kind. Sincerely and Testily Yours,” etc.}

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Just to help keep the kid entertained during the trip, his ole man told him, “Okay, the revolution is like a…well, it’s like a ship that sails on land — like a bus that runs on rails — like a train that flies — like a man with wheels.”

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{The unexpected preacher declared, “The thing about my heaven is that everyone can `sit-in’ with the band, whether you can actually play an instrument or not,” and someone in the audience said, “Hey — what the hell you think’s going on around here already!”}

…..{…and in a related religious item another man proclaimed: “There’ll be no soreheads-in-heaven,” to which someone else responded, “Yeah — ’cause they don’t need one!”}

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The cure for some wounds is a bandage and a kiss; the cure for others is a good dose of kerosene, and the cure for some others is to have never been so wounded in the first place, and the cure for still others is that there is no cure.

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{And a viewer writes: “Dear Sirs (and blah-blah): I agree with much of what you say, but I’ll tell you right now — I’ll never be of a humorous mood as long as I’m alive in this life — never! Yours,” etc.}

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{Note found floating in space between two galaxies: “If you’re a god you can act naive; if you’re just a king, it ain’t too hip.”}

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No matter how much better this one guy got up on the verge of feeling, he just couldn’t step over that line; now don’t you laugh — he’s got you and your genes in his hip pocket.

…..{Some cells said, “If they couldn’t think up there, we’d all be happy down here,” and some others replied, “Yeah, but we wouldn’t know it.”}

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In the Literature Land of the Two-Eyes — beyond satire, there is nothing. …(And one of the conferees called for clarification [said he], “I say, old man, just what IS the difference between satire and irony?” and he so addressed replied, “The same difference as between a bus and where it might take you.” And he who had asked the question responded, “Well, I say, old sport, damned decent of you to answer so promptly, even if I don’t have the foggiest of what you’re talking about.”
…[Shortly after this, the convention broke up.])

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A local reality with a sense of humor might be popular with you, but you’d still be a minority of…a majority of… well, you’d still be just a ONE of one.

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In a revolutionist’s own inner royal history he recognizes no such era as the Restoration — no “return” to ANYthing.

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Near one city was a man from whom you could get maps which would — if you took a wrong turn — reach out and bite you on the ass. …(These particular tour guides proved to be about as popular as pigs at a funeral.)

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Finally — all it seemed to take was the man saying to his own mind, “Look, if you can’t be original — be quiet.”

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The captain of one subversive vessel could only see clearly when the sky was threatening, the seas unruly, and the general conditions uncertain as hell.

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True friendship is the tying together of the two ends of one rope.

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