Jan Cox Talk 0949

Religion Not Cover-Up for Ignorance, but Activity of Incompleteness

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#949 Mar 20 1992 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :34. Religion represents man’s incomplete status perfectly; it is a scratching of the itch. Man’s NS is a religion w/o a name, a questing w/o finding. In place of answering the question “What is life?” it offers only its credentials as an historic institution—offers a personal anecdote. Religion is not a “cover-up” for ignorance; it is the activity of incompleteness (ignorance/energy transfer).


The News

With his mind fully intact, man falls at every end of the spectrum.

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All that is functional in a finite landscape has a parallel consul.

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The beginning of man’s intellectual history was the day he looked up his own dress.

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Whilst busy on stage, an actor’s questions regarding “free will” are a bit foolish.

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If they could go — most people wouldn’t want to — since they don’t know where it is.

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…Kyroot’s urban item: One city decided that there should be “one serious day of the week,” and everyone agreed, and further agreed not to tell one another which day it was!

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A conversation overheard at an electrical generating plant (Station Seven, in fact): “It is those who can’t swim who most encourage water sports for others.” (And the other guy says): “No it’s not! That’s ridiculous!” (And the first speaker says): “Well make up your mind — which one is your reply?!”

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…another Kyrootian notation: A king without relatives can sleep easy at night knowing he’ll be slain by strangers.

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At the riding school on one planet, the first thing they teach new students is: “When Life decides to dismount — look out!”

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…then Kyroot noted: And in today’s paper, under the column headed “The Mind Is Nothing If Not Mental,” was this item: “Immediately before many of the participants’ thinking began to melt and run, a cry was reportedly heard that said, “Humidity takes no prisoners.” …(No byline was given, and none asked for.)

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One guy decided to go ahead and name his damn brain “hormones” and be done with it.

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…Mythology from a Cold, Cold — I mean, “Another, Nother” World: Just before “the flood” they said, “Hey, let’s piss on the ants.”

….. …Then one bright and sunny day, a radiant, shiny letter came to the Advice Doctor: “Dear Doctor: Why is reality so often spoken of in terms of ‘cold,’ and ‘harsh,’ and never as ‘warm,’ and ‘comforting’?… …Do you, Dear Doctor, know?
…And would you, kind sir, tell me if you did? …(Somehow I kinda doubt it, but thought I’d write you just the same.)” Signed, “Yours, now-that-I’ve-written-to-you.”

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After comprehending the alphabetically driven structure of the work, a rebellious young lad threw down the dictionary and said to the librarian, “What’s the fun in looking up something if you know where it’s going to be?!!” …(And as always — and as required by local ordinance, the town book-guardian had no answer to this, or to any other question.)

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Cannibalism of oneself can prove neurally nourishing.
…(OR: Where else is a revolutionist gonna eat?!!)

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When it came to the power of words, and geography, and climatic forces, one man midday mused to himself: “They made Siberia just so Iceland would look good by comparison.” …(And a quite proper gentleman in the city responded: “I would rather ‘d-i-e’ than ever apply such a crude analogy to my own mind.”)

…..For his part of the program, one man flew a symphonic kite that spelled out the message, “The Forces Of Nature Suck!”

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…and from our political desk comes this item: The tall candidate for city council told the rally, “You can trust a man with proteins in his heart.” (I guess tomorrow’s voting will show.)

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If you live in a city mind (or just hang out in the neighborhood) there’re specific benefits in talking about yourself, and about what you’re doing. (Benefits hardly to be missed, I might add.)

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…And ah one,
And ah two,
Here’s a Kyroot
Just for you:
Out in the hallway one man mused, “If you sing duos with yourself, you at least always know where the bridge is.”

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One of the speakers in city park yesterday addressed the crowd with this idea: “When someone tells you ‘Wait right here,’ be assured they do not say this for YOUR own best interests,” and a chap listening to this cried back, “But what if it’s Life that tells you this?” and the speaker replied, “Who the hell you think I’m talking about!!”

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One day the Fuzzy King looked out at his domain, took a deep breath, and said to himself, “The fearless leader of his people always ‘lives on the edge.'” (“Especially,” he thought, “since I built this summer castle on the cliffs.”) …(Royal protocol update: No one can tell the king “no”: That’s why the king is the king; that’s also why the king is an idiot. …[Hey, dig it: Long live the king — long live the king: Look! It’s a swan dive directly into the regal genetic pool! –Oooh! Good goin’ you ole Royal-One, you!])

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One dog’s main trick was the attempt to “communicate through standing”: His so-called “master” could’ve learned a lot from him, except he died fourteen years ago while on a business trip.

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…and Kyroot noted: It is now well suspected what has long been proven, that every reality has its unseen counterpart — Serious-Reality; and — no, it is not simply “serious aspects” of the original reality, but another one entirely — which accounts for the ultimate trickiness of the more somber facets of man’s secondary world… …Well, Hey! You did know that’s what we were talking about?!!… …(Why in Grover Cleveland’s name would the primary world have any need to ever be more “serious”?!!)

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One frisky ole judicial father one day told his equally squirmy young son: “In our kind of mental jurisdictions, the punishment for ‘Intellectual Misdemeanors’ is to have to commit similar felonies.” …(Although some of you hearing this may laugh and not really understand it, your brain knows exactly what I’m talking about.)

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The rebel camp sergeant was talking to some of the newer enlistees and told ’em, “There’s two versions of everything: The smooth one and the rough one; guess which one you want?!”

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Then while the Whisper Man was out of town for the weekend, the Encouraging Man took his place in the alleyway and had this to say to the honest, industrious citizens who happened to pass him by: “They only sell you insurance because they know you’re going to die!”

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The time: Early morning.
The place: The bathroom mirror.
The action: Guy says, “You wanna hear the joke-of-the-day?”
And his reflection says, “You’re lookin’ at it.”
…(And an upset viewer writes: “Well — If man is so silly, then what does that say about life itself, Mister Smarty Pants?!!” …I don’t know, sir, I’m sure I don’t know.)

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The teacher then asked the class, “And what letter comes after ‘Z’?” and a lad up front bounced and cried, “I know! I know! It’s either the brown spotted horse, or the swan.”

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And on particularly bad days, the bus would think, “Well at least I don’t have to resole my shoes.” …(And upon hearing about this, many of the townspeople began rushing about in circles and madly crying out, “Hey — what about the matter of your tires being re-capped?!!” To which the purely parabolic bus symbolically and metaphorically replied, “Fuck you!”)

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…and Kyroot recounted: For his part, one guy had this to offer: “Poets continue to say that ‘in truth is beauty,’ since in poetry is no big bucks.” …(Just outside the Rhyming Center played a bunch of young hooligans who would spit on the building and chant the taunt:
“A penny for your thoughts,
A penny for your thoughts:
Let’s all bend over
Then it’s
Coughs, coughs, coughs.”
…[In almost all industrialized societies, sophisticated men will decline the offer of a “Free Mental Proctology Exam.”])

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So as to not be full-time-entangled in all the various petty affairs, this one local god simply said to the creatures in his charge, “Just remember — I’m taping all this!”

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…and Kyroot observed: ‘Tis only in fairy tales that the Cortical Prince can, with impunity, laugh at the pancreatic dragon; and in modern city life — vice versa.

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And to the Advice Doctor the afternoon mails bringeth: “Dear Doctor: In the revolutionist sense, is there any record of anyone ever becoming ‘king’ before their fortieth birthday?” (And the good doctor replied): “What kinda goddam question is that?!”

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Planets talk to one another through man’s imagination.

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In another hospital, in another world, they give patients scheduled for surgery a quick lesson in Method Acting. …(Their mayor recently stated that “being sick is not as much fun as it used to be,” and said he’d make an official pronouncement to that effect, were he to be sufficiently bribed.)

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The revolutionist begins to slip into a new past.

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…then Kyroot told about: A land far away wherein the people could nearly understand things… then nearly couldn’t… then nearly could, and like that: In this land was once a Priest who forbade the establishment of any government.

….. …several unidentified creatures were talking and one of them said, “Some things can be made funnier by the addition of adjectives.” To which another one responded, “No they can’t.”

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Only man can kill a tiger with his mind.

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A visitor to this universe remarked, regarding man’s intellectual, vehicular commerce: “Interesting how you have numerous Primary Lots that take trade-ins, but no such Secondary ones.” …(Then, as the gunfire and noise of battle grew closer to the outskirts of town, the local patriot leapt up on the base of their hero’s civic statue and defiantly cried, “Give me a ’59 Buick in lieu of a better attitude!”)

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No form of suicide counts if you can possibly miss.

….. …and a young rebel viewer asked his ole man: “Is that why a revolutionist has gotta pretend to always know what he’s doing?…”

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At the recent Ole Confessor’s Convention, the delegate from the Third Ward had this comment for the closing festivities: “My virtues are microscopic — my follies, cataclysmic.” ..(There is some behind-the-scenes talk of running him for mayor next year.)

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…and Kyroot served up some small optimist crumpets with the afternoon tea-tea: A man whose mental operations fit no known job description may have a chance-chance.

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A fellow who’s lived in the city all of his life says that the way he keeps going (with a stiff upper smile) is by continually reminding himself that “If pigs ever discover mistletoe, the holiday season will be cut short quick enough!”

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“Hey,” said Kyroot, “speaking of psychological tricks: One man’s hormones made him madder than anything else!”

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At the Proper School in one city, they teach all aspiring actors, intellectuals, politicians, and other would-be “decent people” that nothing is more important than death! — except posture and a good reputation.

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Since it was Friday, a certain O.M. (ole man) said to his K. (kid): “Whenever you suddenly catch yourself being critical you can do this: Grab your nose! Make yourself bug-eyed — glance downwards and exclaim in a yucky voice — “Jeeze! What did I sit in?!!”

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A silent dictionary tells a rebel all he wants to know.

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…and Kyroot noted: One man, with some capacity beyond linear, local thought, after hearing his first religious commentary mused, “If man is a ‘fallen angel,’ then I don’t want to meet any of the original, undamaged models in a dark alleyway.”

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During some of the fun and horsing around at an informal, inter-family get together, the king’s older uncle said to him, “Hey, save the surprises for your subjects!” …(The monarch at times wished it were possible to slay relatives without doing yourself harm; …but, Hey! In a 3-D world, ain’t that always the problem!)

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One man says that at times the only way he can be sure he is still “mentally alive” is by the continuing proliferation of upper-story dust bunnies.

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At the corner of a busy intersection stood a gent crying out, “There is truth in peanut butter! There is truth in peanut butter!” and a pedestrian stopped and said, “Ah yes, but there is truth in all foodstuffs,” to which the gent responded, “Ah yes, but who the hell forever wants to dine only primarily?!!”
…(And inasmuch as the stroller was not from around stories like this, he didn’t know what “primarily” meant, or what to answer.)

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…and Kyroot observed: The only way to ever understand the nature of your own local universe is to remember that the only objects or phenomena that go in straight lines are measuring devices.

….. …and a viewer asks: “Do you want me to write in and pretend I’m a viewer and ask if man’s intellect is the measuring device you had in mind?”

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As it continued to expand and flourish, this one reality changed the words “true” and “false” to “useful” and “not-presently-so.” …(That sounds like the kind of place where buses go in, but never come out.)

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…and Kyroot told of: One man’s Idea For The Day (he does admit that since Spring approaches, days are getting shorter, but none-the-none, here is his instant notion) — his Idea For The Day: “Speech is man’s attempt to hang thought with an invisible rope.”
…(And a retail clerk observes that as the shadows leave later in the day, it does become more difficult to distinguish between optimists and pessimists… …[“Of course,” adds he, “when you’re not on commission, who gives a shit!!”])

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One guy told himself, “H-e-y, don’t try to get on my good side,” and his self replied, “H-e-y, don’t try and make me pretend you’ve got one.”

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…then Kyroot brought us the latest news from the world of Intellectual Fiefdom: Just to prove that there is “some justice,” the recently appointed Duke of one province announced that all of those with an extra finger may count to eleven.

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One man said, “Viruses, hurricanes — they’re all the same to me.” (And so they were — and common, he weren’t!)

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Instead of a pet, one guy domesticated his enzymes.

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The cop on the corner slugged, then instructed the band of young ruffians, “‘Tis no need to be ‘bad-mouthin” our library system, for men have been telling and writing fiction ever since the day they realized what their singular mortal existence was all about.”

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…a common belief amidst conditions of captivity is that “What’s good for the masters is good for the slaves.” (There are several ways to account for such notions, the best one being that it is so. …[Okay! So the really best one is — What choice do they have!!! — Hey, Buster! Don’t be callin’ me “they”!!])

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The sarge at one rebel camp made this notation to the troops: “At least every fifteen minutes you should remind yourself.”

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Another speaker over in city park called out to the passers-by, “A man’s so-called ‘personality’ is the juncture box whereby he is hooked up to the local power company,” and a lad whizzing by on a bike yelled out, “Danger! Danger! Line down! Line down!”

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Then, as a test, the tree told the forest: “It’s hard to say ‘bread’ while thinking ‘butter.'” …(Then as a super-dirty test, Kyroot asked you: “Get it?…”)

….. …And a man in the back, seated over near an elm, said, “If I’da wanted a ‘challenge,’ I’da invented me some relatives or ancestors, or something.”

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A chap squatting down inside a mail box near Chestnut Street was telling those who approached with letters in hand, “Life is nothing but a magnified version of you, and you, nothing but a reduced reflection of Life.” (He did go on to note that on the third Monday of each month this is reversed.)

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And this letter to the Advice Doctor: “Since they certainly don’t have to — why do monopolies bother to advertise?” (And responds the Doctor): “S-a-y…is this another of those veiled attacks on religion?…”

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As the dust and blood of battle were settling, the victorious king looked upon the newly acquired territories and thought, “‘Tis hard to dominate in a land where is spoke a foreign tongue.” And his mind said, “Hey! Are you talking to me?!”…

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…then Kyroot relayed another Conversational Fragmentio: First guy says: “If you think about it long enough, even it quits making sense.” And second guy says: “Hey, that sounds just like me and my ole man!”

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And a viewer writes: “Hey, don’t keep talking to me about the ‘secondary world’! — If it weren’t for words we wouldn’t even have one!” …(The Chief Of Security here at the station says he’s feeling a bit insecure.)

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In one universe, during the Festival Of St. Quantum’s Day, Life told some of the celebrating creatures, “You will all eventually submit — which is why I don’t have to tell you that you’ll all eventually submit.”

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The distinction is that while the revolutionist, too, is not satisfied, he is satisfied with his dissatisfaction.

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At the recent City Environmentalist’s Convention, a notice was posted warning that at Thursday night’s “Serious Panel Discussion Regarding How Man May Destroy The Planet” that no delegate should enter the conference room with a possum in his pants.

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…then, in the mail Kyroot sent this: Social Tip and Money Saving Coupon: One man could think of several things at the same time; this made him very popular with himself.

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And into one rebel camp they brought Kyroot’s dire warning: “Just before you go crazy you get r-e-a-l serious!”

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…then Kyroot offered up this Mythology Made Of Stardust: Man and his mind is the only fly ever produced by an elephant that overshadows his creator. …(Alpha Note: If this not be so — then it’s all in vain. Beta Update: It’s not all in vain for so long as you can keep your ship aloft, and sailing from the grasp of the grounded water hole.)

…..And a viewer asks: “What do you mean by the word ‘stardust’?”

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The Court Philosopher reminded the royal family, “Never forget the ‘X Factor’!” And the prince asked, “What is it?” And the wise one replied, “No one knows.”