Jan Cox Talk 0935

Life Is What Happens, Man Is What Explains It

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#935 Feb 17, 1992 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :27. Life-and-man are the supreme symbiotic relationship, on the basis that Life is what happens, man is what explains it. A reflection of this: man-and-his-mind. It is man’s duty to explain himself. Man is constantly forced to intellectually stand on his own shoulders. The ordinary mind can only conceive of progress in specifics, personal anecdotes, the unidirectional vs. the omnidirectional. The proof of omnidirectional progress is that there is no unified vision of what it is, or what to make of it; another proof is its lack of opposition.


The News

Over in the city, one man, in an attempt to combine the best of the traditions with the freshness of today, begins his meditations by saying to himself, “Hey, que pasa, my soul?”

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Those who forget the basic similarity between religions, political parties, and dog packs belong in one or the other. (Hail Mary — If elected — Woof woof.)

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While it was not immediately obvious whether he was boasting or expressing regret, there is no doubt as to what he actually said, which was: “Relatives are my thoughts — cousins are my brains.”

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{Outre office tip: Flamboyant filing hint: A list that’s not alive is not worth keeping.}

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Words complicate primary reality, and then seek to resolve the complications. Their success is always of the disposition that produces new complexities.

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{And a viewer writes the show as follows: “Dear Sirs: While I obviously do not condone literal, literary plagiarism, I do take some exception to your continued ridicule of this matter in general in your constant lambasting of cliches, buzz-words, professional jargon and other quite normal, even necessary verbalizations for man to support an intellectual continuity and thus be able to expect that what he and others believe today they will likewise, tomorrow. My brother-in-law says he thinks this is precisely YOUR point, but I still don’t get it. Sincerely Yours,” etc.}

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One man looked out over one and thought, “A city is a wondrous place — Where do they come from? — How do they begin? — What a wondrous place.”

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At the rousing climax of the convention, the closing, rousing, climactic speaker bellowed, “While the rewards are great, protecting intellectual and artistic freedom demands hard work, dedication, and sometimes sarcasm. Thank you for your sacrifices, and good night.”

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{On nights when he had the problem, he discovered that wearing his tuxedo to bed solved the problem.}

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One man gathered his family around and made this statement, “In the world of passion, excess is everything.” And they all agreed because they thought he said world of fashion.

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During one of those times of apparent renewed vigor of Antiquity and the Classics, one man named his left hand Justice, and his right one Retribution. He then named his left leg Flight Of The Eagle, and his right one Stamina Of The Lion. He then named his left forearm Percy saying, “Enough of that stuff’s enough!”

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Ergo city intellectual structures: When you shoot yourself through the foot, another suffers a head wound.

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A correspondent asks: “If confession is good for the soul then what is even better?” …(There is still another universe you’ve never heard of in which mail carriers are required to write letters to people on their route.)

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Now an item from the files of, “It’s All According To Where You Are When You Look At It”: A man looks down at his meal and says, “There’s a hare in my salad.” And the rabbit looks back up at the man and says, “There’s a strange creature lurking about the edge of MY edible environment.” …(A passing waiter decided not to “get involved” — said it wasn’t his table.)

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To “believe” in ordinary institutions helps confirm your ordinariness.

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At the metaphorical Sneak-Preview Theater, after seeing his new work for the first time, the director commented, “For all I know it may be a comedy.”

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Intellectually, everyone has a second language — that’s right! And being a revolutionist is the only way to discover it.

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Update and a revision for those of you who now have merry-go-rounds not always limited to mere A/C power supplies: “All ad hocs are situations.”

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{As he stood amidst the ever-pouring weather and situations, this one man said, “I’m a sub-atomic MESS!”}

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An older part of town told a younger neighborhood, “Just in case you can use any additional views regarding the frustrating, if not extremely frustrating, limitations of words, chew on this one: In the city, a man with a bad attitude MAY get a good seat.” …(Local life is so arranged that fewer and fewer men particularly care to reflect on their barbarous past — which is part of their civil present.)

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More good news from the pumped-up Optimist’s Corner: Only the truly helpless can’t be helped.

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Everyone understands the difference between the words, “I’ll punch you in the jaw,” and an actual blow to the face, but few distinguish different passion behind the threat and the act since there often is none. Energy is energy — no matter what clothes it wears.

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{He claimed that his principal external foe was “stupidity,” but admitted that his own fifth-column activity might prove to be the deciding factor.}

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A man stepped up on the stump and said, “I would like to tell you about my travels to China,” and someone in the crowd spoke out, “Caution now — Are you going to be telling us about China or about yourself, for if it’s the latter, we’ll have none of it.” He was quickly replaced by another man who said he wanted to tell them about his “Meeting with god,” but he too left after being given the same warning regarding whether he would be actually telling them about god or about himself. Then a fellow turned to leave the area with these words, “I WAS going to tell these people about my experiences and confrontations with the truth, but I can see already they won’t be interested.”

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Asking a man’s brain to explain why the man is how he is, is like going to the symphony and trying to listen to the printed program.

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Some people got together and said, “If we don’t take the secondary world seriously who will?!!!”

…..{Okay, the conspiratorial version: Some important people got together and…” so on.}

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{…and Kyroot gave: Today’s meta-rational pop quiz:
Question: The unarmed never have a mission. Response: Which came first — their weapon or their idee fixe? …(And now a listing of the prizes: If you answered the above too quickly and too unabashedly, then this program and all its sponsors recommend that you leave town just as soon as possible. [Substitutions not available.])}

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Fathers beget sons — sons fathers.

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A chap said he thoroughly benefited from a recent comment on our show regarding the fact that when your human possibilities equal your mortal limitations, your revolution can begin. He asked if this would be similar to a joining of one’s environment and heredity? …(I didn’t know they’d been separated!)

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Without talk man would have no human problems, and without human problems man would not be man.

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While in line waiting for his height to be called, an ole sorehead said to the guy behind him, “Hey, I’ll tell you about the intellectual life of ordinary men; to praise themselves they will glowingly refer to what magazines and books they read rather than to any thinking they might actually do for themselves.”
…(Later a chap who’d been standing further up in line asked, “Is part of the duties of soreheads the responsibility of spreading the obvious?!”)

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Over toward the north east corner of the universe from here is a world which celebrates an annual holiday they call, “Well If You’re Such a Big-Deal Then How Come You Have Mirrors?” (Each person celebrates alone, in private.)

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{And now for some Zoological News I Just Know You Might Use: The wolf that is picked on will, in one way or another, think itself special in the pack. …(One of the keepers reminds us, “Don’t you dare try and put that thing in your mouth, or other areas of the head!”)}

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{During the course of one recent conflict, mortally wounded ideas were lovingly placed in bladder bags.}

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The genetic analysts in the intellectual money markets have a saying regarding at least short-term situations — “Popularity proves profitability.” …(An ole guy sitting under a tree thought, “Don’t you just hate it when life’s right.”)

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In a quite complex manner, and totally impertinent to ordinary city operations, being complimentary regarding another’s inherent humanity is actually a form of unrecognized condescension.

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{This inquiry from someone who has been recently watching this program: “Sometimes I feel like life is really serious, and other times I don’t. Is this in any way related to different areas of my own nervous system?”}

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To keep away the cortical tire-kickers, when he put his intellectual structure on the market he placed a sign prominently on the property that said, “Shown By Warning Only.”

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Under most everyday conditions, being serious or sincere in what you say has little bearing on the basic purpose of talk.

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As a kind of exercise to keep himself in “tip top shape,” this one fellow would often say to himself and his mind, “Well — as long as we’re ON the subject — let’s CHANGE the subject.”
…(He says that sometimes he enjoys it the most, and other times his mind does.)

…..{…Related sports item: Only in some galaxies will they allow the first place team and the last place team to come in at the same position.}

…..{…A painter says, “I don’t care for athletic metaphors.” And a golf pro adds, “I don’t like those arty ones.” And a brick layer says, “I don’t like NOTHIN’!” …(Hey guys, what else is new.)}

…..{……and in unrelated mercantile news: One man got his mind completely compartmentalized, with all different areas of interest separated into their own departments. …(He says his next project is to install an elevator that will connect all the floors.)}

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There is a difference between getting old, and growing older. …and Kyroot continued: The revolutionist must distinguish between getting old, and other natural processes.

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Whenever he would announce changes he thought necessary for the “General good of all,” but which individual subjects might find temporarily inconvenient, this one king would put the proclamations in verse to help soothe the initial sting. (His Grace does say, however, that he’s running out of “cute little words” that rhyme with “execution.”)

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{One man had this thought, you see, that hurt him so bad he up and said, “Whee! — Let’s do THAT some MORE!!”}

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The unrecognized source of the excitement and enthusiasm that seem inherent in trying to “Solve the problems of the world” is that there are none. …(You can’t be fired from a position that has no job description.)

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{…and Kyroot noted: Then after much careful study, another man said he was not so much impressed by the sewers, subways, phone lines and other inner systems of the city as he was by the fact that the city existed at all.}

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The continuing development of the human nervous system was not only the model for the proverb regarding, “Pulling oneself up by one’s own bootstraps,” but was also the cobbler who originally shod himself, and conceived of the related need so stated.

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{A chap in a parking lot stopped several people and said that intellectual suicide wasn’t all that bad as long as you didn’t try to do it by jumping off your own shoulders. …(A certain “funny doctor” who sometimes watches the cars here added his note that it is, “Interesting that the human nervous system only goes UP — so far.” …[He also said to be sure and get your wreck outta here by six o’clock.])}

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From the Whisper Man comes today’s low volume message from his alley way position: “Never go to a place where you’re invited.”

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A man who hangs around the city limits sign just over the ridge, and who claims to watch our show periodically says that trying to think freshly, in a non-polarized fashion, is either “Poetry sublime, or non-stop confusion.” …(I believe he’s just dying for someone to ask him how he sees our show since he apparently has no tv set.)

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In another universe quite similar to this one, wherein man was also considered singular by force of his higher cortical faculties, a competing theory arose that said what really distinguished man from other forms of life was the existence of a yet to be discovered Organ Of Apologizing.

…..{…and the old fax machine spits out this note from a viewer: “Dear Sir: Why I generally disagree with what you say
…I’m sorry, let me start again. WHILE I generally disagree with almost everything you say, as regards that last little extraterrestrial story I must say that it did suddenly, for some reason, cause me to ponder why it is that all the religions say that you can’t be a true, faithful follower thereof without first feeling embarrassed or ashamed. I am not yet sure whether I should thank you for this or not.” It was signed simply, “A man with some electronic communications equipment.”}

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They had a cake in the window (specially priced) with the sugary message topside that read, “No Matter What You Say, Shout, Mumble Or Curse — You’re Still Here For The Duration.”
…(You figure it was one that somebody failed to pick up?)

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Ultimate operations of evolution are omni-directional; thus, two-eyed men standing on finite plains cannot fully comprehend same.

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One Saturday in a certain rebel camp, an old sergeant began to talk to some of the younger troops about what he referred to as “subversive satire,” which he did not explicitly define, other than to say it would be personal, private, silent and non-hostile. And with this slight intro he tossed a few rocks and pitched them the following notions: “Beyond subversive satire is nothing — and before it was naught;
*Such satire is the only food locally available for both eyes —
nourishment for two differing views;
*Without this kind of satire a man has no secret, second
language;
*No satire — no understanding; no satire — no communication;
*Only true satire truly speaks, and when a real revolutionist
hears, he hears satire; and when both ears do NOT hear —
the sound is that of radical satire;
*Without proper, functional satire, nothing can be said, and
those who do not hear the voice of true satire hear nothing
true;
*Ordinary art is materials — real art, satire;
*It may be words that make noise, but it is satire a rebel hears;
*He who comprehends satire, comprehends.”
And as he was apparently prepared to walk away from them, he finished with this notation: “Satire is what words themselves talk about when humans aren’t around.” (Then he smiled and split.)

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One man’s act consisted of never doing the expected; he was never all that popular.

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Another moment in the Wonderful World Of Sequence (And The Verbal Support Thereof): An old timer was sitting in the park just kinda tossing his mind around, and said, “I wonder what the people in heaven call god? …The Ancient One, perhaps? …Or, He Of Great Antiquity? …” and the cop on the beat stopped to listen for a minute and said, “Maybe they just call him Old Timer,” to which the codger replied, “Nope! — can’t do that — I already got that one.”

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And yet another possible-impossible description of this kinda stuff, as defined by use and operation, could be: “The attempt to make your address go away.”

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One kid thought, “Laws and facts that only run in one direction would seem lacking in certain nourishment for one anxious to grow up in a hurry.”

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{And another viewer writes, “I think you speak far too much about the intellect, and far too little about feelings. I may have written you before about this, but I’m not sure ….I just don’t remember.” Signed, “Yours For Improved Emotional Health.”}

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That which men see as movement in a finite realm is always but a partial sighting, and never appears to be sufficient.
…(Almost as though the author of a play concurrently creates his own bad reviews. …[Those of you with off-broadway-ears might herein also catch a glimpse of why critics always seem so smug and self-assured.])

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When a revolutionist hears the sound of gunfire it is from at least three directions. (Being shot merely twice doesn’t count for beans in a rebel camp.)

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A guy who talked to his dog finally realized that the canine only really paid attention to the three or four words that were specifically and immediately pertinent to him. (The guy wondered, “How could I be more like a dog?”)

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In the park, over the weekend, a speaker addressed the crowd with this question: “What would happen if we all simply declared that stupidity didn’t exist?” (No one had an answer.)

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