Jan Cox Talk 0939

Success Is Universal; Failure Local

PREVNEXT

Summary = See below
Condensed News Items = See below
News Item Gallery = jcap 92024 -0939
Transcript = None
Key Words =

Summary

#939 Feb 26, 1992 – 0:55 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :28. Growth is universal, “problems” local.


The News

In a simply extraordinary fit of momentary clarity, one man suddenly decided and declared, “I shall no longer wrestle with the dead!”

***

Even when no one is looking the ordinary mind believes there’s a speed limit to thinking.

***

A man who can explain or excuse what he does will never be without a friend.

***

{…then Kyroot noted a: Cosmic conversation floating about: “Under normal conditions, men who ‘do their best’ can take the test.” “Say, don’t you mean can PASS the test?” “I see you still have difficulties with your hearing.”}

…..{“Just think!,” the clown told the kids, “If man didn’t think, he wouldn’t need ears!”}

…..{…Later, a lad with crumb cake in his pockets thought, “If man didn’t think just what the hell would he need?!!”}

***

{…and Kyroot dished out: Today’s Household Hint: There are two ways to clean your room: One is to clean it, the other, abandon it.}

***

The contest manual states the rules quite clearly: “Things won’t go unless you make them go; But which things SHOULD go? Which ones do you think should?” …(Lest you be disappointed it’s best you know now that all the prizes were already awarded long before you were born.)

***

After being assigned a position by reality, one local god complained that the work was too much — so he was given a partner; this turned out so well that it became standard.

…..{…Those who might get somewhere don’t want a partner.}

***

A man with several blankets, (and an expression to match), was accosting people on the street and telling every other one, “Rather than just mindlessly attacking the arts why not ask yourselves this: Does what I see, hear and read that other men produce make me feel better or not?” …(One of the pedestrians so spoken to responded by saying, “Why not instead ask if what others produce artistically makes you feel more like a human or not?” And the man replied, “Would prove nothing.”)

***

One ole man told his kid, “The reason the rock you’re pushing up the hill seems to get heavier as you get older is because it gets heavier.”

***

In city traffic it’s real easy to mistake shadows for a blown muffler.

***

So as to further diminish the possibility that anyone might confuse him with an ordinary member of the tribe, this one chief changed his official name to, “He Of Many MANY Sores.”

***

{…and now: “Kyroot’s Advice For A Wednesday — (If He Had Any):”…[“Hey! Wait a minute: Do you mean if he had any advice, or any Wednesdays?”] (Pardon the interruption, back to it): “Kyroot’s Advice For A Tuesday — (If He Had Any):” Never say “mood,” or “feeling” if you have time to say “hormones.”}

***

One of the passengers stood and addressed his companions, “Another great thing about this trip is that the bus can be going sixty miles an hour, and we can still stroll up and down the aisle at only one or two.” (Some of the riders were more comforted by this than others.)

***

When push came to shove, tile came to grout, and stupidity came creeping to the boundaries of its neighbors, there was one man who’d then turn on the fan — but just high enough to blow away his relatives.

***

Only the ordinary mind of ordinary men can safely eat fish caught a hundred and fifty-six thousand weeks ago.

***

In one universe, on the first day of life their local reality welcomes all the new kids by telling them, “Always remember now: A man who catches a cold can always get the flu.”

***

The full expansion of life and man’s secondary world is not limited to one direction, one time zone, finite dimensions, or a single form of history, physics, reason, or thought.

***

Success is universal — failure, local.

…..To spectators and players each contest seems to have a winner and a loser, but from the view of the game itself the mere existence of the game spells victory and success. …(A man’s mind thought — “Gads! — to be such a game myself!”)

…..In the city, the civilized teach their children to be “good losers” since it’s inevitable over there.

***

{And a viewer writes: “I’ve been watching your show for a while, and although I can’t say I understand everything you’re talking about, I have come to the conclusion that whatever it is, you just made it all up; My brother, who’s been watching longer than me, says that some time back you admitted as much; (I will grant you that my brother’s an idiot, but he’s still my brother.) Yours Sincerely,” etc.}

***

Where else but on city buses will men look out the window, not knowing where that are, and attempt to explain same by describing how they also don’t know where they’ve been!.

…..{…and a tag-team passenger of a priest and psychologist growled, “We heard that!”}

***

One man had some secret information that he wouldn’t tell anyone, (explaining), “Well, if I did, it wouldn’t be information any more, now would it?!” And someone said, “You meant to say it wouldn’t be ‘secret’ any more, didn’t you?” And the man replied, “You’re as deaf as that guy in the other story!”

***

And again from our files of, Believe It Or Swallow A Dentist, this startling item: One man got S-O-O good at city thinking that he didn’t have to do it — all the time.

***

A man somehow sailing high above the city cried out, “I now have but one question — What is the ultimate prize for being a good human?”

***

Whenever they were close to the city, one ole man would caution his kid, “Knowledge that is not orderly may not be ‘knowledge’ — and could hence, be dangerous…that is, it might actually mean something!”

…..{…A representative of the I.S.O.R., the International Society Of Reason, contacts us and says that if we continue to make disparaging allusions to “rational thought” that they will delete our name from their next handbook.}

***

{Over in one reality, god’s favorite country and western singer was himself.}

***

During the daily celebration around the public burning of useless information, one of the villagers told a visitor, “Everyone has a stake in the proceedings except the stake-maker.”
…(Even the dumbest of neural bureaucrats will agree to be executed so long as you don’t insist on tying him to his shortcomings.” …[Just before time for the perceived ringing of the Bad News Bell some of the kids thought, “Wow, if there was a way out of here I’d take it: and if there was, then I wouldn’t be a kid, and wouldn’t have gotten this far to begin with.”])

***

“Man’s secondary world is truly a wondrous place — a veritable circus of possibilities,” said the man with the french. And the chap with the fries replied, “Yes, and the only one with a merry go round that seems to run on words rather than mechanical force.”

***

Okay, for those of you now into trans-stratospherical flight, who might appreciate a wider view of this matter: Beauty is universal — ugliness, local.

…..Part of our audience begins to ponder, “There would seem to be certain disadvantages in being local…”

***

Many of the town’s finest citizens would gather each week in the little chapel in the bus station and sing their favorite hymn, “Thanks Be To God That Bad News Doesn’t HAVE A Round Trip Ticket.” …(When it comes to city culinary treats, [over in the intellectual area of the kitchen] the “cream of the crop” can prove to be canned and condensed.)

***

{It’s easy enough to be a duck where everyone else believes they’re chickens……but, so what.}

***

One man, (who aspires to be an ex-ole sorehead) told his offspring, “One way to tell you’re having too much ordinary fun is that you’ll likely hurt yourself.” …(The lad pondered this useful advice for a bit and thought, “Ah, shit!”)

***

Parades were invented by genes trying to escape from themselves.

***

In an attempt to make people feel better, the king let them see a photograph of him crying; it made them feel worse.

***

The first secret lesson life post-natally teaches all mental pugilists is how to throw a fight. …(The city neural ring is one of the few places where feigners and fakers are always assured a spot on the card……[if not ofttimes, victory.])

…..{…in a mythical land far away was once a fighter whose success was based on the fact that he came out of his corner and went for his opponent’s manager.}

…..{…A man once dropped a card to himself that said, “All of my life I’ve read books of parables, myths and allegories, and I’ve always found that some mean more than others; I have now come to the place that I realize — So fuckin’ what!!……See what I mean?!” (He signed it, “Me, Truly.”)}

***

{…then Inspector K. offered this: Criminologist’s Clue: Once the “case is closed” the murders can begin.}

***

Whilst wallowing in the joy of being human one guy whooped, “The great thing about hormones is that they can believe — Whoops! I’m sorry — is that they can make you believe anything!!”

***

{And from another viewer of our program comes this letter: “Dear Kyroot: Is not-knowing-what-you’re-doing a bar to being a revolutionist?” Signed, “Anxious.”}

***

To stay in force — all local, scientific laws must be constantly looked at. …(Oh yeah, same with all other human notions.)

***

The ole philosopher told his young apprentice, “The benefit of real long stories and parables is that if you make them long enough most people will leave before you have to come up with a moral or punch line.” …(Oh!, moral: The “wisdom of the ages” is neither wasted on the aged, nor the young.)

***

On Monday a sign appeared in city hall, “A Man With Two Heads Is Preferable To Two Sharing One.” (By Tuesday it was gone.)

***

{…and Kyroot noted: Amidst life’s “Struggle to grow” — (in which, Ha ha, as you know, Ha ha, it always wins) — the individual mind has its choice: It can either be dazzled by bullets, or bewitched by wounds. …(And the Secretary Of The Semi-Obvious mused to his ole self, “How seldom does man reflect on the sundry benefits and various honors he experiences in being man,” [then muttered under his breath, “as if we had a friggin’ choice.”])}

***

{…and from the files of Kyroot: Graffiti found scratched on bathroom wall of a crumbled reality, “Being ‘proud-of-oneself’ is not the same as having cause to be.” …(Why would you say, “crumbled” reality?…..Yeah you! — I’m asking you!…)}

***

Additional specs from the blueprints of the engines that drive local reality: Life peoples man’s parks and institutions with statues of heroes who’ve yet to exist. …(and a particular, smart-ass, demi-god snipped, “How else can you explain it?!” …[I assume that he assumed you’d know what “it” referred to.])

***

Man’s intellect is the only physician whose success is measured by the attendant degree of iatrogenicity.

…..{Healthy questions, problems and difficulties are those who say, “Don’t try to help me unless you’re going to make things worse.”}

***

A chap in the city, (who probably had little business thinking of such matters), thought, “A certain beauty of man’s institutions is that they can freely engage in constant self-reference with no trace of embarrassment.” …(One of our parallel audiences votes that in the above sentence the word “can” should be replaced with, “must.”)

***

If you can explain why you like something you like, you don’t like it all that much.

…..{…and a chap at the end of the bar began softly singing that old favorite, “Once I Had A Secret Love,” and a passing beer-rat said, “Is there any other kind?!!!”}

***

{…then Kyroot told: Our Joke For The Day: There was once this universe where those who didn’t know what was going on didn’t say that they did……..is that a riot or what!}

***

When the young neural nippers would head out to play, one old synapse would remind them, “Now don’t you kids go throwin’ fits in your good clothes.” …(And a man wonders, “Do such stories have anything to do with the possible impropriety lurking in the otherwise modest and decorous?”)

…..{…Castles not harboring dragons aren’t fit for kings to live in.}

***

A man wrote his stockbroker and said, “The way I look at it is that if man’s mind could fly he wouldn’t have to ride the bus.” And his punter replied, “As far as I’m concerned you can look at it any way you want to.”

***

{Then right in the middle of things one man declared, “By god, I’ll have none of it!” — (This was right before he had some of it.)}

***

Where life is not going anywhere, when the sun goes down — I mean it really goes down! …(And part of one guy’s brain thought, “Huh! More of those ‘words to live by if you don’t want to live around here’.”)

***

Two young ruffians were out horsing around in life’s playground, and one warned the other, “Hey, you outa watch it! — The more you talk the more trouble you get in.” And his bud replied, “Yeah, but the more you talk, the more you live!”
…(Oh, did I mention that this was life’s secondary playground? …Oh, and did I note that this is life’s only such fun-yard?…)

***

One man’s reminder to himself was, “If you can sharpen the edges of the edges of reality…”

***

Even in secondary universes, hormones are the sub-atomic father of magnetism. …(More scientific dialogue: “Hey, if you don’t like it, why are you attracted to it?!!” “Hey yourself! –Who died and made YOU the M.C. of ‘Jeopardy’?” “Hey back at cha — you still didn’t answer my question.” “I know, that ain’t how the game works.” …[And a viewer asks, “I hate to ask but is this really about a TV quiz show, real life, or something in between?”])

***

{One city moaned in delight, “Self inflicted wounds are still the sweetest.”}

***

Back at his stand in the alley, the Whisper Man’s latest message is: “Psst — life will let you think anything you want to — just as long as you don’t do it in its presence.”

…..{…For some unknown reason a certain fellow once thought, “If the secondary world weren’t so easy to escape from, it’d be a joke!”}

***

At the intersection of Fourth and Fourth Streets, a man was stopping traffic and declaring to all within shot, “The constant changes in our weather are but metaphorical reflections of man’s ever shifting internal states.” And many of the stalled drivers said, “So what?” …(A cop watching this whole affair from an alleyway shook his head and sighed, “People simply don’t have the respect for symbolism that they used to.”)

***

One man advised his whole family, “Never flatter your thoughts.”

***

Regarding the world of slogans, mottoes, and rallying cries, one man noted, “What would be the use in having your own ‘Theme Song’ if you could already sing it!” …(Life tried to remember to send him a little card or something on his next birthday.)

***

{…then Kyroot gave this: Proverb Update Number So-&-so: For the revolutionist mind — ’tis not possible to cast pearls before silence. …(One of the astronomers over at the City Observatory was moved to make this admission: “Part of being a swine is to be noisy, all right…”)}

***

{…and Professor Kyroot told the imaginary class: In the worlds of rebellious history and subversive insight into the intellect’s visible advancement, note: The Iliad would have been longer, but Homer ran out of paper. …(The children who did not immediately understand this were shot out of cannons in the general direction of 3500 B.C., or their birthday, whichever came first.)}

…..{A chap once wondered, “If knowing history won’t save you from history, then what good’s being familiar with the present?!!” …(Hey, why’s he so pissed, you reckon?)}

***

{First guy says: “Whenever my head starts hurting I just quit thinking.” And the second guy says, “How often do you get headaches?” And the first guy answers, “Oh, I’ve never had one.”}

***

The speaker in city park proclaimed to the milling crowd, “To be alive is to make excuses!” And a young lad asked his dad — “Does that mean we have to like it?…”

***

Okay kids, time for a blatant update and clarification: All kings, gods, mayors, bus drivers, priests, professors and psychiatrists are your ole man. …(Unless, of course, you become your own.)

***

While the battle raged many slept; had they not done so, the conflict could not have continued.

***

One day reality and a local god were sitting around talking and reality said, “I love a joke without a punch line.” And the god readily agreed although he personally hated them.

***

{Two kids were out playing and one asked the other, “Who’s more fun to kick while they’re down — the wounded, or the stupid?” And his pal replied, “There’s a difference???”}

***

The real “nuts” in a revolutionist’s family live upstairs in the basement. …(Yep! You heard me right.)

***

Over in another existence, a reality once looked at how things were going — (Well, actually, at how things were not going) — and let the creatures off the hook by telling, “Ah, never mind — Fuck it! — Just let it go at that!”

***

{And the mail brings us this letter to the program: “I just love it when you engage in lese majesty — and especially when you stick it to the gods.” (Although it was unsigned, I recognize masochistic, deitific handwriting when I see it.)}

***

{Once bitten, many people’ll keep looking in on the revolution who have no idea what it’s all about. …(And a gentleman asks, “Can you explain this?” Yes.)}

***

(Paradigms Revisited): Reality said, “If I be for me, who can be against me.”

***

A chap strolled his garden and thought, “If problems with the blooms all stem from the soil, then why diagnose the flower.”

***

“Paradigms Revisited,” revisited: Reality said, “If I be for me, who can be against me.” And man alone scratched his head……just as he was supposed to.

***

Out on that exhilarating inner field where lightening always reigns, a band of adventurous neurons reached a gooey gorge which seemed to challenge them with frightening new possibilities, and their leader noted, “Our kind of suicide is the only answer that fits all human questions.” (And with a resounding, “Whoop!” — they were off.)