Jan Cox Talk 0957

The Gods Have Always Comfortably Spoken in Clichés

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#957 Apr 8, 1992 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :25. The mind cannot operate w/o external authority. The dual power of gods and clichés. Gods (historical truths) have always spoken in clichés. Clichés are forms of continuity, of comfort. Ordinary men can only speak/think in clichés. There is a very fine line between revolutionary thought and mere weirdness. Any mental comfort is too much comfort to a Neural Revolutionist. True sin is thinking the same thing over and over.


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…then Kyroot said: The less you know, the more personally you’re inclined to take it. …(And, not know it of course.)

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Man’s “truth” is the ultimate ball on a seal’s nose — a proboscis which (by the way), can never take a nap.

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In the gyms of the mind — in emulation is health.

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…then, attempting to “throw his voice” over into your head, Kyroot said: The closest thing to a “finished” product is a dead product. …(Ah, thank you, thank you so much; you’re all too, too kind, and please don’t feed the dummy. Thank you again.)

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…then Kyroot noted this lesser known proverb from one city: “Success comes to he who faints.”

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Those who don’t know what to do always ask, “What should I do?” And life always provides answers — many answers, in many forms, some seen, and some not.

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Near the corner between all dimensions is a trapeze.

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As all of the citizens lined up to receive their “treat,” a voice cautioned them, “Remember — only one truth per person.”

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…then Kyroot gave this: Translation of one of the city’s more common cries: “It feels good in some places, and not so good in others.”

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Waving his arms at passers-by, a chap down on a city corner announced, “A short history of man-and-his nervous system: Man had a necessary world; he got bored with it; he made up a secondary one. Thank you, and walk carefully.”

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And then there was this one city that’d periodically remind itself to keep a close watch on “art” least it put its finger in your eye, or worse yet, lead to something original.

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One city father told his son, “Making fun of other people’s beliefs is a dangerous thing to do; not as dangerous as playing with guns, or drinking poison perhaps, but still probably a little dangerous maybe.” …(Throughout history many cities have wanted to pass laws against citizens laughing at their own minds, yet none have figured out how to do it…or what the ultimate purpose might be…or even why they want to…)

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Over in one rebel camp an ole sarge told a young kitchen aide, “Real revolutionists don’t actively support local reality — since it don’t support him.”

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One day the three Proverb Brothers (plus a cousin from out of town) were talking, and the first one quoted the old saw, “And lo, the day will come when every man shall bear his own burden,” to which the second brother responded, “Nay: And lo, the day will come when every man shall be his own burden,” and the third brother injected, “Hold it: And lo, the day will come when every man shall realize that he’s been his own burden.”, and the cousin offered a final note, “How about: And lo, the day will come when every man shall say to himself — ‘Hey!, get the hell off my back!'”

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After the scheduled nine o’clock speaker didn’t show, another man mounted the city park soap box and thusly said, “The main purpose of ‘facts’ is to fill up space.”

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A man with a “holy book” is half way home — if all he wants to do is find a more comfortable seat in the closet.

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Conversation: “No one is smarter than his own brain.” “How about the man who said that?” “I don’t know — ask him.”

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Anti-pessimist tip for the day: If you try to look impressive, there’ll always be at least one person who will be so-ed.

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If most men actually knew what was going on, it’d spoil most of what little fun most of them now have.

…..And a viewer writes: “I don’t like to be frightened — I enjoy it, but I don’t like it. Thank you so very much. Sincerely,” etc.

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…and Kyroot presented this malicious medical update on our friend, “the patient”: As regards the relative difficulty in dealing with problems from the necessary world, as opposed to those of the secondary, you might note that it seems easier to cure cancer than it does envy, or depression; this could further draw your attention to the pertinent distinction, that while one of these troubling areas seems to subject to a solution, the other appears limited to the possibility of ab-solution; and thus it is that “problems” in the secondary realm can only be “forgiven” — never actually cured. …(Some doctors over in the 6-D Clinic upon hearing about this immediately realized that not only does it explain “a lot” — and even “too much,” but also “so much” as to put us all out of work as mere humans.)

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Through certain occasions, one man lost himself; (he had a brother who also once had a car stolen — but enough about us, let’s talk about you and me).

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On their Official Seal and civic flag, one city’s sacred motto read as follows: “Through Secrecy, Public Acclaim and Constant Repetition Is Our Stupidity Preserved.”

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One of life’s cuter misdirections is in having people wonder “what their dreams mean.”

…..And a bit later that day a gentleman wrote the Advice Doctor: “Okay, Doc — what do our dreams mean?” Well, Dear Sir: That’s an easy one: Just tell me what your thinking means, and then you’ll know.

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A man told his family (who all worked in a bank), “The great thing about The Ship Of Life is that it continues to sail — no matter what the crew may do,” and a cousin (who was an assistant teller) thought, “Perhaps I need to revise my conception of the term, ‘great thing’.”

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Today’s Track Tip: While those with the most facts seem to win the Civilization Races, those with the least seem to do most of the betting.

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A fellow standing near the university wrapped up the intellectual history of man up to, and apparently including, himself and his times, with these words: “We light our candles from those who’ve gone before; we stand on the shoulders of giants, and we throw-up in our own pants pockets.”

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The original paradigm for what man calls “faith” was from genes knowing they’ll never die, into the mind not being so sure.

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If, in this present version of the revolution, I were to stress that the most profitable trick is to “think more,” an ordinary person would likely say, “That’s not possible; I already think so much I’m about to drive myself crazy.” But, of course, you must think even beyond all that.

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No matter how men dress it up and fancify it, secondary tellings of primary events never satisfy or cover it adequately.

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A sign on the palace gate said: “Those men interested in ordinary affairs may apply in the rear for positions as Ordinary Men.”

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According to legend there was once some men who could sing with their pants on. …(A young lad recently thought, “When I grow up and die, I want to go to a land where myths and parables are told with no particular words emphasized, or underlined.”)

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If men did not take life seriously, lions would laugh at cages, and falcons scoff at hoods.

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The man flagged down the bus, then stuck his head into the opened door and declared, “Being dumb is no big deal if you’re simply ‘alive’!”

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…and for the city classes Kyroot made this notation: A living man’s knowledge is theory, a dead one’s, law. …(And a viewer asks: “Is it possible to hear what you’re talking about with just my ears and not my brain cells? Please reply ASAP. Sincerely,” etc.)

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…Hospitality note to the charitable in the city: A man “on a mission” will sleep in your floor; a man on a holy mission will offer to steal it.

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And this inquiry arrived to the Advice Doctor: “Dear Doctor: Is it possible that two or more slightly dumb men could come together and collectively match up to a single extremely dumb one?” Dear Sir: Why do you think the law welcomes churches, universities, and museums to form as partnerships and corporations!

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Every reality that ever takes on a local existence eventually tells the creatures to either “listen or speak.”

…..and a man upon hearing this wondered, “Is this anything like, ‘live and learn’?” (And his partner asked, “I don’t know — which one have you done?”)

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For a fact to be serious it must be taken seriously.
…(Some of those presently out of bullets decided to try this instead.)

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…Kyroot’s nightly Combo-Tip: The proper treatment of many secondary discomforts is to “dress up.” …(Ask yourselves: “Is that why you never see a naked king or rabbi?”)

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As per certain local customs: Just being able to “stay yourself,” over in the city, may be considered the achievement of a lifetime.

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Early one morning, just a bit before breakfast call, a rebel walked in the woods alone and thought, “As regards man’s collective thinking — as long as any are safe, we’re all safe, and thus, done for.”

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The Ole Philosopher Down On The Platform told a young baggage handler, “Everybody wants to ride a new train, but only if they know where it’s going.” …(Being a normal, two-headed lad, the boy didn’t know whether to be amazed or confused.)

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The king’s Secretary Of War recommended, “It might be in the best interest of all concerned if we gave our most potent weapons innocuous names.” Thus was the origins of the word, “brain.”

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And one attentive man observed, “Around these parts the ultimate ‘outside authority’ is the parts of the closet you haven’t been in yet.

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…and Kyroot offered this Optimist Confirmation: In secondary affairs, those who think they know the most, know the least. (Tis only a neural rebel who actually knows how much he knows.)

…..then, between major holidays, just as a new hobby, one guy thought, “Maybe I’ll just face up to it.”

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The city professor began this morning’s secondary intellectual session by pointing out to the bright young thinkers this fact concerning the relativity-of-things: “Remember boys & girls: When it’s four a.m. in Caracas, it’s cold as hell in St. Petersburg.” …(One little boy-&-girl thought, “I’ve personally never cared much for lessons I don’t understand…Which I guess is why I live in the city and think as I do.” …[And a pertinent footnote to all of the above: Under normal circumstances, “All is not lost” until — all is lost, and somebody mentions it.])

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Another viewer adds: “I’m glad I don’t follow most of what you say, or I’m afraid I might think about it.”

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Excerpts from a certain inter-cranial dialogue: “Once facts become acts they’re no longer facts.” “Well what were they in the first place?” “Misnamed.” …(End of excerpt.)

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One god thought, “Jeeze!, it’s degrading to have to ‘advertise’!”, but then suddenly further thought, “Well hell! I didn’t tell ’em to do it!”

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In the secondary world, men who want to suffer have two choices: Either stay at home, or go somewhere else.

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As the mayor struggled to retain control of the city, he said to himself, “Forget the Laws Of Buoyancy! — If you put bus tires on a boat it’d immediately sink.” …(The propitious aspect of having your own personal brain is that you can name all the streets, “This,” and all the avenues, “That.”)

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An ole man challenged the kid, “Okay, if the respect-of-others can make you feel better, then what made you feel bad to begin with?”

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…and Kyroot noted: A certain fellow who lives over in a peculiar reality of some finite dimensions has a new theory he says is the most pertinent and important to a place such as his, says he: “Explanations don’t explain things — they cause them!”
…(Gads! that must be a weird place!)

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One rebel’s private motto was always: “Another look must be taken.”

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And a chap behind a tree told us, “The best thing about fear is how inexpensive it’s remained.”

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A notice on all tables in the B Deck dining room informed the passengers: “Those Committing Suicide Will Be Served Last.”
…(On secondary seas, if you’ll pay extra they’ll call B Deck the “Promenade Level.”)

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One older cortical bundle advised a younger one: “To grope along is to get along.” …(“Ah,” sighed one observer, “The Intellectual March Of Progress: On the bones of plagiarists to the city of thieves.”)

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…and just between us-all, Kyroot mentioned: If you really want to see the abstract complexity and flexibility of time, you can run it backwards through turning your secondary back into a primary by simply thinking more than you have to.

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Many men with nothing better to do will kindly offer to assist you.

…..and the mails brings in this letter to the Advice Doctor: “Dear Doctor: Is there any basis for being pessimistic about being alive?” Dear sir: If you’re already alive it’s a little late to be asking about that.

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Be-thought one man to his be-self: “If the revolution had a personal moniker its middle name should be ‘Abrupt.”

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…and Kyroot noted; stains from hormones don’t easily wash out.

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Right in the midst of growing up, one child thought, “The best thing about being alive is having people tell you what the best thing about being alive is.” (He knew this wasn’t correct, but there was nothing good on tv.)

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Since justice rode into town, those who say that “Nothing is more important than civilization” are the most civilized.

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…and Kyroot noted: The proper treatment for most ills is food.

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Company picnic, sports curio: In the two-legged “brain race,” if you carry a fact even one step over the recognized Finish Line, it will become some other fact.

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And from a dimly lighted area a voice was heard to say, “There are far too many chemicals in this closet to suit me.”

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Those who develop a philosophy of life and then attempt to impose it thereon, are not un-akin to men trying to put woodpecker condoms on elephants. …(A philosophy big enough to encompass all of life would be so large as to be no philosophy.)

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And a viewer takes us to task: “I say! — parables and proverbs should be plain and direct.”

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While waiting for the light to change clothes, one guy sat and reflected, “Am I so dumb as to think there is no connection between this life being like a merry go round, and the fact that a circle is the only local configuration that can’t fall back through itself.”

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Once she was on the bus and seated comfortably, she opened the sandwich her mother had packed for her and inside it found this note: “A man with his shorts on backwards is no less a threat than a minister with a bookmark.” …(Back home, ma ma reflected, “It’s hard to advise children what to do when they go to the city, since we all live there already.”)

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…And (said Kyroot), another distinction between the necessary world and the secondary one is that man can disassemble the secondary while the necessary does the same to him.

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One mind’s notation to its city editor: “If you fill a book with detailed explanations, many people won’t read it.”

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Another overheard, inter-city conversation: “We must protect ourselves at all costs!” “Who said that?” “Us — facts.” “Well what about acts?” “They don’t have to mention it.”

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There’s always somebody in your house — even when you’re asleep.

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Standing just outside of town one young man looked inward and said, “Facts are to the city’s secondary world as food is to man’s primary one…and as dung is to a dung-powered turbo charger.” …(I trust he ain’t holding his old breath-o awaiting an invitation to any important city events.

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…and Kyroot noted: Ultimately, the wind blows where it’s needed.

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…and the Out-Patient Supervisor, Kyroot made this note: Some things are easier cured than others; that is to say that some things can be cured, and some can’t.

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One ole man told the kid, “Well, maybe this’ll help you get started: If something ‘can’t be explained,’ at least you know it’s a secondary matter, and you can take it from there.”

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When stardust dreams, it dreams of creatures who talk.

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…and Kyroot said: Acting as per his instructions, the young rebel marched into their camp and announced, “I am here to take prisoners.” — And they shot him — just like the plans called for.