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Neural Revolutionist Must Cease Feeding on His Own Mind

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#937 Feb 21, 1992 – 1:00 [5566]
Kyroot to :29. An individual Neural Revolutionist’s life is too short to observe evolution; that’s why it is a “revolution”, omnidirectional growth frees growth from limitations of unilateral direction. The mind-man symbiosis is self-feeding; the Neural Revolutionist must cease feeding on his mind (i.e., collective reason/knowledge).


The News

Growth is universal — problems, local.

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One guy’s “trick” was to look at somebody he didn’t like and think about the revolution.

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As he lay starving to death amidst his family and friends he said, “For god’s sake, talk about anything but food.”

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Hunter’s Tip, (applicable to both inside and outside usage): Eventually, no one has much interest in shooting at a guy they figure they’ll never hit.

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{And from the old V.A. (viewing audience) comes this nice letter: “Dear Kyroot: You don’t fool me for a minute; my brother, (who is older than I am), also says to tell you that you don’t fool him for an hour, either. Sincerely,” et cet….}

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A local god, (during an efficiency drive), once miscalculated by letting one of the departed creatures help look after the initial stages of processing the applicants for paradise; in this instance he appointed a former Instructor of Grammar who announced to the waiting: “Those who can’t spell/ Can go to hell.” …(Several months later he recounted this story to some of his deity buddies, and one of them remarked, “Hey — why not?!!”)

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{One man complained about the sores in his mouth….until he had none…then he gave himself some.}

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{…and Kyroot noted: In some universes, in some solar systems, on some planets, the creatures periodically collect all the current wisdom into one comprehensive book — and then proceed to lose it.}

…..{…a chap in our audience asks, “Did you mean to say ‘lose it,’ or ‘ignore it’?” (We’ll just pretend we didn’t hear that outburst.)}

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Up above one village the king kindly, smugly pronounced: “I shall not be hostile before it’s time — IT’S TIME!!” …(And now for all you sports fans: It has recently been noted that no reliable records have been kept concerning the number of contenders who knocked themselves out.)

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Those who “Come to a final conclusion” run the risk of shooting the driver while the bus is still in motion.

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{…and Kyroot offered: Ratios For The Unretarded: Everyone suffers to varying degrees while everyone suffers the same.}

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Just to be sure everyone understood, the seasoned neural general told the young soldiers, “In our line of work, a focused bullet is preferable to one whipped and souffle’ed.”

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During that special spring was when a man climbed high atop city hall and called out to the people below, “Just what kind of life would we have if everyone were permitted to go about thinking anything they liked?!!”

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An ole man told his kid, “From my knowledge and experience I will admit that there ARE several ways to ‘get life’s attention,’ but I’ll tell you boy — you don’t want to know what they are!”

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A man in the soybean shoppe, (with a fancy little “e” on the end), gazed out across his hot cup and reflectively said to his companion, “I have finally had to give up my literary heroes: They all tend to write sequels, when, if they really knew anything, they’d have put it in their first book.”

…..{…There was once a reality who had a personal motto, “Never give a dope a second chance,” but one day his bud noted, “A dope doesn’t need a second chance.”}

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Then there was this other local god who, whenever he knew he was going to be away for a long time, would say to the creatures, “I’ll be away for a long time.” — But they always thought he was making with the jokes. …(And then there was this other chap who always wanted to be caught looking in a mirror, and thusly make it into a Kyroot, so this morning he looked his reflection directly in the head and announced, “Send this brain to camp.”)

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A man thusly writes the Advice Doctor: “If everyone ‘knew the secret’ — where would that put the revolution?!!” …(“In Omaha?…Bakersfield?…Jeeze folks! Lighten up and give the doctor a break.”)

…..{…Well, while we’re waiting for them to change the carburetor in camera three, I might note for you that when a real revolution closes up, no one notices. Couple of reasons: One is that those inside it have perforce succeeded, and secondly have ergo, become invisible to those outside it. …(When the king leads the proper life, his death goes unnoticed.)}

…..{…and a viewer quickly asks: “Does this have anything to do with the paucity in some bus terminals of people waving good-bye to stupidity?”}

…..{…and Kyroot slipped us this supplement for your almanac: “The seasons change for everybody, but the rebel keeps no calendar.”}

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During a briefing session, the king noted to his ministers and generals, “Allowing certain foreign agents into our kingdom can prove dangerous to its interstructures,” and the prince, sitting over by a window, suddenly woke up, “Hey, don’t anybody say anything about my drug habits.” …(Still later, the High State Priest wondered whether the whole thing had been a personal slam directed toward him!)

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One guy’s advice to himself: “Always have a little in reserve — even if it’s a lot.”

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Another of those speakers in the park told the assembled the following, (an excerpt): “You can tell the fable’s either about,” (he waved wide his arms), “‘Out there,’ or, (He pointed to himself, “‘In here,’ and if you ever begin to lose sight of the boundary between the two, they should revoke your driver’s license.”

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Today’s Quiz-o-rama: What is the most useless thing a man can do on Tuesday? Answer: agree with himself!

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The unceasing organic growth of collective thinking remains life’s striking example of a sport that makes itself up, continually refining rules that it can never meet. …(FLASH! — Upon hearing this, the crowd in the stands went AB-SO-LUTELY WILD!!!… …[Ah — YOU know they didn’t.])

…..{…and several days later a man asked the Advice Doctor: “Is it harder to hear what’s going on if you’re up in the stands, or down on the field?” And the doctor replied, “Say, where are you calling from?”…}

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One kid told his younger brother, “Cities themselves talk to each other, but what they say is S-O-O sad and wretched that humans aren’t allowed to know about it.” …(Some children still love to torment their rivals, and other friends.)

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There are two classes of Unavoidable Issues in life: Primary ones, and secondary ones. The prime distinction between the two is that the secondary form of Unavoidable Issues aren’t.

…..{…The Undersecretary Of Finance And Education had this to say, “Far too often, in our times, do people say — “Hey, I knew that!”, or, “Hey, I was going to say that!” — when they did — and they were — far too many times.”}

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According to the last report, once the people of this one world decided that “good luck,” and “bad luck” were just temporary hormonal imbalances, all has gone quite well.

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To file in your personal financial portfolio: You can save money on bullets if you see people as processes — not things.

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During their annual, Ersatz Eclipse Of The Sun, (whilst privately partaking of certain fermented refreshments), the king’s Minister Of Theological Philosophy went to take a leak while musing, “Our Holy Books make plagiarists of us all.”
…(In an unrelated “cleanliness item,” the Official Bathroom Attendant later thought, as he buffed a sink, “Why think? When it’s already been done for you!” [Polish, polish — parrot, parrot.])

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While out in the woods one day, one man pictured himself standing on one side of a line, and everyone else who ever lived on the other; he then imagined himself asking the others, “What have you ever done for me personally?” He then pictured himself asking him the same question. (A bear ate him.)

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Usually if a real revolutionist ever publicly said that some particular thing was his “duty,” he’d have to then privately wipe it from his slate.

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By gradually getting up a bit later and later every morning, this one man was finally able to “get the jump” on himself… (And BOY, was HE surprised at the total amount of time he’d ultimately wasted on this useless endeavor. BOY!)

…..{…and yet another soul in our viewing audience writes to say: “I simply love it when you say things that make me feel bad or uncomfortable; and on the nights when your show’s not on the air — I still have myself.” Signed, “Thankfully Yours…And Mine,” etc.}

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To curry favor in an election year, one king proclaimed, “You can trust a man who wears glasses… or who knows someone who does.” …(The little hairs on the back of one man’s neck thought, “That ain’t so funny if you overlay the scenario on your own neural operations.” …[and chimed-in his ears, “But what IS?!!”])

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A man on-the-run doesn’t need a laxative.

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{…the Kyroot gave an: Urban Tip: Yelling at the city won’t do you much good if you don’t first get its attention. Urban Tip, Numero Dos: You guessed it! — You can’t get “its attention.” …(I know that reasonable minds would find great exception to this, and point to many examples wherein a man’s declarations seemed to have had a specific impact on mortal affairs; I know that, you know that, they all know that, and yet the brightest of reasonable city minds continue to ponder the relative significance of the rationally perceived struggle between heredity and environment. …[Where is the benefit of even the best written sports reports when the games covered were in fact only practice scrimmages played by shadows.])}

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In another city at the convention of The Professional Mental Patient’s Association, their guest speaker had this to tell them, “I don’t know what in ‘Sweet-Sigmund’s-name’ you bozos want! — If YOU didn’t drive yourselves nuts, somebody else would!”
…(They gave him a good standing-on.)

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The village cobbler told his young pie-faced son, “Son, remember: Under the mythical conditions inherent and set-forth in all tales, fables and parables extant on 8-1/2 by 11 paper such as this, no matter HOW insistently the king insists — he does NOT really want to ‘know the truth’.” …(This startling revelation also had the unexpected benefit of turning his sister away from living the life of a simple tart.)

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Crops that re-plant themselves are city crops; those that rejuvenate — rebel.

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Before placing his second foot in the doorway, the potential passenger said to the bus driver, “Now I’m not going to take some kind of trip that just brings me back to where I started,” and the driver motioned for him to come on in, “Yeah, yeah, that’s what they all say.”

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Stuffing yourself for forty years is no excuse to continue doing so.

…..{…and one man said, “I only eat what life puts before me,” and the reply was, “Well, that’s what you get for hanging around people like that.”}

…..{…Rebel’s Culinary Corollary: The collective can feed everybody — but the individual.}

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There are two kinds of prisons — (if there were any at all) — two kinds of prisons: Primary ones and secondary ones — and guess what?!, Dillinger Junior, escape is only possible from one — (if from any at all).

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{A gentleman writes, “After watching your show closely for some time now, I have concluded that you are somehow FAR TOO optimistic. (My brother however disagrees with this assessment and says you’re simply an idiot). Yours Sincerely,” etc.}

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Note given to a certain revolutionist on his birthday: “Remember: Anything you can think of CAN be useless.”

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Revised and corrected update for military aficionados of a secondary bent: The truly great wars are of two types: those never fought, and those yet to be. …(“Nay, nay,” said the wise old story teller, “‘Tis STUPIDITY that rides a pale horse, and runs through town night after night, day after day, always in the wee wee friggin’ hours.”)

…..{…Looking down at some of the creatures stuck in his foot, one reality mused, “If it weren’t for bad luck and other forms of splinters, on what could we depend.”}

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{The Secret Protocol went thusly: “If you get real sad, you can be a poet; if you get real, REAL sad, you can become a priest, and if you get real, real — I mean, REALLY SAD, you can go back to just being normal.”}

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{…and Kyroot recounted: Another Overheard Conversation, Compliments Of The City: First man says, “You ever notice that people who’re really nice are usually real healthy?” And the second guy replies, “Huh! — they can’t afford to be otherwise!”
…(A retired Lieutenant Colonel, [with an atomic ear implant], says he believes it is possible to, “Hear far too much.”)}

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Whenever he saw the king/ This one man would sneeze;/ With grins, some forms of madness/ Are brought to their knees.

…..{…Once upon a maybe, in a land far away, rehab centers and religious institutions were led by comedians who didn’t dress up funny. …(And a group — [and a FINE looking group at that] — of solid citizens, [all-in-none in need of help], stepped forward to respond to the above by saying, “We don’t see the humor.”)}

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Due to the curious lighting on his planet, one man had a special pair of glasses that allowed him to see his hobbies, but blocked out bank statements and notices from the Revenue Department.

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The street corner preacher hammered out his message, “There’ll be no Complaint Departments in heaven,” while failing to also note that there’re none in cemeteries.

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In a genealogy of the full Tree Of Life’s Expansion, if the tracing of your roots doesn’t bring you back to your own brain cells, then you’ve been barking up the wrong cedar.

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Every revolution has but one leader — (that’s why they’re so easily missed.)

…..{…in one city, enigmas pass for knowledge. …(But, Hey! It could even be worse — they could replace bus stops!)}

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The ole man had been in the bathroom so long that the kid began advising himself: “Remember, Me: You don’t have to work for bad luck.” …(This suddenly made him want to start whistling, “The Best Things In Life Are Free,” but he realized he’d never heard of the song.)

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By his own efforts, one man took himself apart and then couldn’t put himself back together… No he didn’t, but people who’re annoyed by what they hear about this kinda stuff like to believe such things.

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Just before it started to rain yesterday, the last speaker to take-up-the-position in the city park had this to say, “The persistent existence of conflicting religions, political and social theories proves one of several possibilities: One is that man has yet to discover the ultimate truth; another is that there is no ultimate truth, and still another is that perhaps we should reexamine our conception of just what constitutes a ‘joke at our expense’.” (And just as he concluded it was — “Wham — Bam, put a strain on the dam.”)

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One guy only had one book — a dictionary; he says, “If you live in the city, what else do you need.”

…..{…and in an unrelated moment, Kyroot noted how many people keep their ears tuned for any parable, etc. that mentions, “Playing with dynamite.” …(Few — okay, NO papers in this universe give as much news coverage to births as they do deaths.
…[And a chorus line of Greek mourners tapped out this reply, “Dit, dit — dot, dot: We all know that — so what?!!”])}

…..{…and a viewer writes: “Dear Kyroot: Can ‘living in the city’ itself ever be considered a hobby?”}

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Additional details from the Dynastic Deliriums Regarding Succession: All two-bit kings believe that after them — Chaos! Everyone starts off as a two-bit king.

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{Instructing the lad in his brand of telephone etiquette, the ole man said, “Remember, my boy, if they called you — it’s their fault!”}

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{One guy called himself all together, and when he’d all calmed down, said to himself, “Remember, friends, when you’re ‘dealing with problems’ — you’re dealing with ME!” …(They all took it to their hearts — [and other parts].)}

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{…and Kyroot noted: The rebel’s right to suffer is invalidated simultaneously with the issuance of his battle gear.
…(Although in most cases it takes “a while” for this to sink sufficiently in-o.)}

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“All aboard”: If you don’t know what to do, you have to ask other people; and if you have to ask other people what to do, you can’t directly do whatever it is they recommend. (It may only be the weird and unusual who know what to do…at least about themselves.)

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{…then wiping the faux blood from his sham stethoscope, Kyroot gave out with: Today’s medical update: As of now, there has been NO reliable diagnosis of, “Terminal Pleasure.” (But if I were you, I’d stay alert, and not bet much on the FUTURE of this situation.)}

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{…and Kyroot queried: What is the true condition of those who “surrender,” but refuse to take note of their position?}

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On this one world, as the creatures began to live collectively and become civilized, they conceived of but one civil right and privilege that would cover all contingencies: Each being had the unfettered freedom to, at any time, soundly proclaim — “Yes, it’s me and I DID IT again!”

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Planes that stop along the way to admire the distance they’ve made, run certain potentially dangerous risks.

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One day their local god told this one bunch of quarrelsome creatures, “Hey, whatever damn job you’ve got to do — just DO IT!”, and for thousands of succeeding years did they and their descendants remember and marvel at this divine revelation.

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When the king, the god, and all of the collective run out of things to condemn — they die.

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{…and Kyroot wrapped ‘er up: Okay, super DUPER, medical upfig — date: Only the revolutionist knows that there’s a CURE for EVERYTHING!!!}