Jan Cox Talk 0938

Human Problems Depend Upon Talk

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#938 Feb 24, 1992 – 1:05
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :26. Words complicate Primary reality and then seek to resolve same with a kind of success that ensures new complexities. E.g., political hypochondria of “foreign menaces”-fifth column fears fomented by rulers. W/o talk there are no human problems; but w/o human problems men would not be men. The only logical payoff for human problems is death—but the mind cannot accept this reality; it is made to be capable of imagining otherwise.


The News

Everybody’s thoughts help keep everybody else’s thoughts afloat! …(and vice versa).

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{…and Kyroot noted: No need for extravagant expenditures in your own neural space program, for everyone already has an orbiting telescope in the center of their universe.}

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Just to “stay on the safe side,” and keep his weight under some control, as soon as he awoke each morning one man would say, “I know EXACTLY what you’re thinking….”

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{During one afternoon break, the man doing the survey thought, “Is it possible that more people grow up than die?”}

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The unusual ruler of one neural kingdom, so as not to be accused of “playing favorites” when it came to knowledge — had none.

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While on a long bus journey, two passengers began comparing notes and it was discovered that while one of them had a book of Great Quotations with no acknowledgement as to the authors, the other one had a list of all the people who’d ever said anything meaningful, but not what they’d said. They decided that perhaps they should swap seats. Or sit closer together, or maybe later share an egg salad sandwich.

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One night, after a lecture, and the two of them were just kind of “banging around town,” an ole man told his son, “Kid, let’s imagine that it IS true that you can ‘talk yourself into anything’ — doesn’t that ITSELF tell you something?!!”

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{The mind could be seen as chambers in a gun’s cylinder, and if .22 caliber is the norm then those of .38 persuasion feel themselves extraordinary, yet all ammo comes from the same routine ordinance stores.}

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Over at the neighborhood Ole Sorehead’s Bar & Grill, one of the regulars turned to a stool mate and said, “What can be sadder than trying to get someone’s attention who has none to give.”

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{…and Kyroot listed another of the revolutionist’s unlisted laws: Anything done for somebody else’s “own good” won’t do you any. …(“See, now that didn’t hurt, did it?” asked the kindly old dentist with his arm crammed down objection’s throat.)}

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Off to himself one fine day, one fine man thought, “You know, I do believe that just about anything in the world could benefit at least some from promotion and publicity except maybe the revolution….”

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As long as you stare at this planet you can never reach escape-velocity speed.

…..{…and a young man wants to know: “Can intensity compensate for a lack of speed?” Okay — can a worried brow answer a question? Can starving eyes fill a hungry stomach?
…(In the wondrous world of man, the pay-off answers to such questions may not be as obvious as your mind, [and other fair-weather friends], might say.)}

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The Prime Minister looked down on the village and said, “The people need to be made more civil,” and the prince said, “Yes, perhaps, but there is a limit to which this is possible.” And the P.M. replied, “Yes, perhaps, but it’s never been reached.”

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{And a man in yon city writes a neatly printed letter to the Advice Doctor: “Dear Doctor: Why does all humor seem to carry some kind of anger toward other people?” And the diverse diagnostician replied, “My Dear Sir: Ask yourSELF this: ‘When my system laughs or smirks, in what direction is the energy actually flowing?’ (If this offers no immediate relief, take two lampoons and call Dr. Swift in the morning.”)}

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{As several families were examining the rugs spread out on the pavement, one chap said that he found the foremost difference between movies and ordinary life is that in the former you can GET somebody to write your voice-overs.}

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Up and down the aisle of the bus the man persistently paced, hawking, “Flak jackets for the mind — Flak jackets for the mind.”

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{Early on in the parade, one man concluded that if you limited the rude noises to the privacy of your own undergarments, your personal place in the procession would be of no particular concern to anyone. …(In another generation, he had a relative whose theory was that the “best way to get by,” was just to get on by.)}

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To keep things “moving along,” this one god told the locals to just call him Rob when he knew that wasn’t his name.

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As the humor of the merry go round did become apparent, sans ridicule of the riders, one kid then wondered, “Does this indicate that nothing arising from the neural revolution ever harms the secondary world?”, and just about then a barker out front of a new tent on the midway called out in the lad’s direction, “Right this way! — The only place in the world where you can look up her skirt and still see nothing!”

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One viewer’s ears wrote a letter to our show…

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{“Showing! — Here tomorrow! — On a big screen near you! — Life!”}

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{…then apparently relenting, Kyroot said: Okay, if you’re going to persist, one viewer’s hearing devices wrote us and said: “As regards the continuing discussion over whether man is using his intellectual faculties to their maximum extent or not, we’d like to point out that the whole affair is irrelevant as far as we’re concerned ’cause ears don’t have to think!”}

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Part of the illusion of freedom is in the fact that almost any place on the dial can temporarily pass for station WIII.

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The rallying cry of this one people — (Oh, okay, you got me) — the rallying cry of this one man was — “Share the indignities!”… Oh, so you got me again: His FULL rallying cry was: “Share the indignities with everyone else since you’re going to any way, and since they were as much their’s as your’s to begin with.”

…..In this one curious little land, you had to get the king’s permission to insult him.

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No matter where he was this one guy’d think, “I’m pleased to be here.” He never was — but it never failed to work anyway.
…(A person in our audience asks: “If in the above you’d said that, ‘No matter where he was this one guy’d say’ — instead of, ‘this one guy’d think’ — what difference would it have made?” Herein you might note that the ordinary intellect is sufficiently self-protective and wily to ofttimes ask questions regarding behavior so as to preclude alternative inquiries.)

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The cosmic mechanic told the man, “It is not possible to properly diagnose the problem unless you stop the car.” And the man replied, “But every time I do, the difficulties just increase.”

…..{…on few primary planets you will find a fleeing, edible creature who’ll stop to turn around to see who’s chasing him.}

…..{…and just then we received a call from a spokesperson for the S.S.S.A (the Society of Serious Secondary Affairs) who insists that any data or examples from the primary realms are of no ultimate probative value. He goes on to say that, “The unique world-of-man entails problems and suffering worthy in their incomparableness to its singularity.” …(We should all take hope that such an organization exists, and that it has such an official position.)}

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{…then Kyroot gave out with: The Quiz For The Day: Which weights most, do you think, a noun or a verb?}

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From a certain view, one guy decided, “If the intellectual world of man was just the teensie weensiest little bit more of a fraud than it is now, it wouldn’t even be WORTHY of sarcasm and ridicule.” …(One ole driver, leaning up agin the bus philosopher-dized, “It’s a shame to stop in Pittsburgh when it ain’t THAT much further to Paris.”)

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One god decided not to advertise. …(No one’s quite sure of the significance…)

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On another planet, at another time, the ruling creatures decided to give themselves a comprehensive collective name, and they agreed on this one: “Those Who Carry No Grudge Against Themselves.” …(With such an unnatural attitude, they weren’t long for this secondary world.)

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Growth is controversial — Man’s perception of same, super-duper so.

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The official “ole man” of the family called everyone together and told them, “NEVER give up ‘small things’ UNLESS they’re all you’ve got.” …(Some families don’t seem to have their own ole man so they engage in myth-whittlin’, and god-carvin’, and ofttimes stand around kickin’ up dirt and spittin’ at one another. …[And on a more sophisticated note: One reality cautioned some of its creatures, “If my complexity doesn’t arouse you, it’ll eventually kill you.”])

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The background radiation IS what is now perceived AS man’s collective wisdom.

…..{…and a young lad ponders: “What if we individually had such noise in US?!!…”}

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In some sort of drunken rage, the king’s older brother showed up at the graduation ceremonies of the court’s secret Philosophical College, took possession of the podium and exhorted the assembled: “Never wear an overcoat someone else has already sweated in.”

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A man with demonstrable secondary problems is a traveling archaeological exhibit.

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Poetic conundrum of no known pertinence: Creatures with no soul love to speak of it.

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There is one great cure for memory.

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Good, and bad, and inter alia news for optimists, pessimists and inter alios: Life looks out after its own best interests. Life looks out after its own best interests.

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Butcher’s tip: Don’t ever look back at what you trimmed off.

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One reason that the training of those in the “professions” is so lengthy is to impress upon them the importance of their calling as opposed to those whose job training takes but a few minutes. …(The management of the drive-in wants it clearly understood that they are in no way responsible for any patron who might ask if the above could apply to the vocation of being human.)

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While deep in the heart of his own jungle, one man thought, “Disregard the irrelevant at your own sweet peril.”

…..{…And meanwhile, a chap with an armchair and a lap full of travel brochures asked his butler, “If one DID take note of the irrelevant — I say — would it any more BE irrelevant?!”}

…..{It’s easy to attack a man sitting down.}

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{As the cameramen are reloading their weapons, we can use this short pause to relay to you the latest theorem: “Some ideas fade faster in sunlight than others.” (The key word of course, herein is, “some” …and, “fade” …and certainly, “faster”
…and, oh yes, “than” …and don’t forget, “others”…)}

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On yet another world they sharpened their approach in a slightly different manner: Over there, one man is in charge of writing a book, and another responsible for placing the emphases.

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A revolutionist giving advice is secretly embarrassed.
…(Well… he should be.)

…..{…and a retired gentleman writes us: “Dear Sirs and Madams: Having seen your programs for a bit now I’d like to ask you: Just what is the difference between what you call ‘a revolutionist,’ and a non-combatant reporter, or reconnaissance scout?” Dear Mr. Gentleman: The latter two may get paid, or be honored, or shot.}

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In attempting to explain things to a certain secondary king, the Court Philosopher told him, “We’re all here on a self-promotion tour.”

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As soon as he was pretty sure it wasn’t all just an act, he began insisting to all who’d listen that it was obviously “all just an act”. …(The radical theatres protect themselves in ways mere mortals don’t even want to think about.)

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One of the park philosophers gave the noon time crowd this one, “What if, my friends, life is the one question to which there IS no answer?!” He folded his arms, appearing quite smug and self-satisfied, but three hours later his watchpocket thought, “Yeah…but if that IS so, then it explains everything” “Not to me,” said his brain, “Not to me, it don’t!”

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Everybody has a hobby but life — and you’re it.

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In a mythical, though necessary, land somewhere else, the more vague the lives of the creatures, the more certain they were that permanent records of them were being kept.

…..{Where more complex views of expansion are possible — facts do not necessarily succeed acts.}

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After many uncertain starts, and stops, and hesitant turns and parries, one guy squarely faced himself and decided, “Okay — if I’m not going to criticize others then I’m not going to criticize me either.”

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If ordinary performers can make you laugh, make you mad, or make you cry, then you’re in the right audience.

…..{…another neat advantage to riding the city buses is that it never matters where you are, when you got on, where the bus has been, or where it is going. (Oh sure, you can whine and complain and say it does — but it still don’t, and if you still don’t believe it, just quit whining for a few minutes and you’ll see that nothing changes. …[“Hey, how’s that for proof!” “That’s not the kind of proof I like!” “Yeah, I know!”])}

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On the village below, the king can impose calm, but not intelligence. …(If the smithies, intestines, and backwaters had a spokesman they’d say, “We don’t need it.”)

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An historically overlooked, parallel grammatical-mathematician once stated, “Give me sufficient modifiers and I will move the secondary world!”

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While the boundaries of the universe are fluid and flexible, at local levels they seem fixed and unyielding.

…..{…A young boy stated: “When I grow up I don’t want to live at local levels.”}

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{From behind his triple thick, double-locked, super-secured door the man insisted, “My hormones are just as gregarious as yours.”}

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{It’s hard to pin a man down who doesn’t want to be pinned down …plus, nobody cares anyway.}

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{Just before any journey, one man would splash this reminder on his face: “Now don’t forget — Always kill yourself before leaving town.”}

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As soon as men became uncertain as to what to say, they invented the rules of language and grammar. Men became uncertain as to what to say two minutes after learning how to talk.

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Everything can prove, justify, or explain its existence, save the revolution. …(“Daddy, is that why it IS the revolution?” “I can’t answer that one for you son.”)

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Even after many years of faithful service, one king said he’d about decided to abolish the court’s Troupe of Clowns & Jesters. (He privately noted that the more he understood, the less funny they became.)

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Theories, problems, and questions that arise on one world must likewise there be terminated.

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One day, after all the children had left the room, some of the adults looked at one another and thought, “Does anybody here have any idea what’s going on?”

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The secondary world is nothing — if not serious.

…..{…and a man objects, “Yeah, but the primary world is even more serious!” That’s right sir — But, the primary world never mentions it!!}

…..Only the silly resist the serious.

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One guy got to thinking: “This stuff’s even stranger than I’d imagined. Just as I’m beginning to see life composed of actions rather than actors, I’m starting to see that there IS no revolution, only revolutionists.”

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{…and Kyroot mentioned: After trying to “figure out” the revolutionist life for several years, one man said, “Ah, fuck it! — The life of man is the life for me.”}

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Whenever this one reality wanted to “shill-the-crowd,” it’d send up a god… and if it couldn’t afford that, it’d just give each of the little creatures a mind.

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And then there was this other king who, just before he was about to be nice to someone would shoot them. (His Undersecretary says he seems to have somehow gotten the process reversed.)

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For revolutionist purposes, sensitivity towards oneself is generally but useful at times of calamity and outrage.

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Much of man’s intellectual, secondary existence consists of him trying to repair an apparently broken merry go round. (Myth Story YS-794: And after the gods made man they gave him a large merry go round that was apparently broken.)

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Never trust prescriptions.

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One guy didn’t have any questions. …Ahhhh — well, he had some, but he didn’t want anyone to know it so he kept quiet;
…then after a bit, he forgot all about them. …(And a viewer asks: “Are we supposed to find this kinda thing encouraging or what?!!”)

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{And finally, these sentiments from a viewer: “Listening to your ideas is like the incessant dripping of one’s forehead on a drop of water.”}