Jan Cox Talk 0964

“But” Is Always the Intro to a Local Problem

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#964 Apr 24, 1992 – 1:10 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :33. Civilization would collapse if artists/authors were their own critics, i.e., w/o opposition./ Gravity is universal, problems, local. “But” is always the intro to a local problem.


The News

Human speech is the only creature known to man that can dance on its own grave and increase in health thereby.

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Being intellectually “on the cutting edge” could be painful for the ordinary… …except, they’re never on it.

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In the deserted arena the old fight manager sat and quietly noted, “I now look upon boxing as a metaphor for nothing.”

…..and a nearby ear caught this and thought, “Not totally unlike a rebel’s life — which is also not only not a metaphor for itself, but which is just barely itself.”

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A chap, particularly sensitive to the visual aspects of life, notes: “I guess it’s probably a good thing that our mental posture is not seen.”

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Stuck between pages ten and twelve was this note from Kyroot: The common denominator between history and fiction is that they’re both dead, and each of them is deader than the other.

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A certain city proclaimed, “In this modern age, our most important product is information.” (And a local rebel thought, “Close! But it should read: ‘most important by-product’.”)

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…then “Kyroot The Barbarian” (a/k/a “Not”) said: In the mighty, mighty secondary world, were it not for commas, men could not continue; and were it not for periods, they could not believe they could.

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In response to the ever changing external conditions, one man put shutters on his mind.

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In his pursuit to study affairs metaphysical and strange, one man attempted to adopt the thinking of a child, but sure as spit it wasn’t too long before the child said, “Hey, I want my thinking back.”

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One guy was his own secretary; one guy sat on his own knee; one guy slapped his own face and said, “I’m not that kinda guy,” and went home happy.

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Ordinary success is like winning a race sailing due south from Australia.

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…and Kyroot noted: The gods always say the expected — men always think it.

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A man with a cheap suitcase handed you a card which read: “The ‘Bigger Fool’ theory of the stock market is in large part the engine that drives the ever-more-valuable secondary world.”

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Once a good sized crowd had gathered around the speaker’s area in city park, a man took to the soap box, looked around at the assembled with a lingering and serious gaze, then commenced upon his commentary with this commanding declaration: “A man can learn from anything!” And a voice immediately responded, “Anything?” “Well,” he replied, “almost anything.” (And such goeth things in the city, in the park, in yo mind.)

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Insider’s Brain Operation Tip: A man who makes his own clothes is never overweight.

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And this letter arrived today at the offices of the Advice Doctor: “Dear Doctor: Could a man’s overall body chemistry have any possible effect on how he thinks?” Hey! Are they having April Fool’s Day twice this year?!!…

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Success is universal — failure, local.

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There was a god who had big plans — I mean really big plans! And for the sake of efficiency, he changed his name to “a guy.”

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…and a man down an alleyway came out long enough to say this: “The underwear industry is primarily supported by those with s-t-r-o-n-g opinions.”

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An hombre who says he has reached an advanced — nay, transcendental — stage far beyond being a mere “sorehead” piths us this comment, sweet and straight to the point (says he): “Anyone who would b-u-y anything is an idiot!!”

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Pondering what he had just heard, the king had to walk off to be alone for a moment as he incredulously asked himself, “What kind of man would spend his own money??…” …(Thoughts and money — kings and minds — where will it all lead, Horatio?)

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…and Kyroot noted: People do not generally bother to figure in the “Silence Factor” in their calculations.

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Don’t ever repeat what I’m about to tell you around city ears, for they would locate it somewhere between meaningless and offensive, but: Being civilized is like an operational substitute for thinking.

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One guy decided he’d go “right through” the whole dictionary.

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If you think this revolution thing is far too broad and way too narrow, consider this: Everyone has all the answers — but look what good it does them (so they believe!).

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One knowledgeable, civilized father cautioned his son, “Never venture into foreign lands and ask the natives where their local ‘Wild Man,’ ‘Big Foot,’ or other mythical monster might be, ’cause they just might take you to be him.” …(Thank god, in this story the kid was too stupid to even suspect any possibility of this being applicable to his own thinking processes rather than some dumb misunderstanding with other people… “Thank god” that we were able to save a few minutes here on this one.)

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Those who can do can always make do.

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Apparently uncertain as to just what subject to address, a chap on the soapbox in Speaker’s Park finally said, “I was going to note the similarities between human thought and cows, but sure as I do, I’ll get complaints from the Bovine Union…”

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Traffic in front of the new establishment began backing up almost immediately after a sign was put up that offered: “Front End Alignments For The Mind.”

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The Ole Philosopher in the park told a closely gathered crowd of listeners: “There are two ways to conquer depression — either kill it, or kill yourself. Either method works, and each has its own rewards.”

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Forget the specifics! The secondary world is addictive.

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Varying from person to person, moment to moment, and circumstance to circumstance, the flow and transition from the primary to the secondary can be either smooth and gradual or harsh and abrupt. (This arrangement is known technically as “life.”)

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Only a revolutionist can simultaneously dance, watch the band, sing along, recall who wrote the song, step on everyone else’s toes, check the bus schedules, and leave — long before anyone even realized he was there.

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In the heart of one most civilized city, one man’s mind said to his fists, “Hey, if I wasn’t aggressive, who around here would be?!!”

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As they walked along, one voice said, “If wearing glasses doesn’t make a man hear better, they’re a waste of time.” And a second voice replied, “But that’s patent foolishness.” And the first one countered, “Then consider the two sides to a man’s brain, and how it is thusly that a private conversation like this one between ourselves is possible!”

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One candidate seeking public office in a nearby city has been telling the voters, “You are fortunate to even have a man of my calibre available in these days of a declining reality.”

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All mystical experiences held in the ballroom are of a muscular variety.

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And this letter in: “As a regular viewer of your program, I sometimes feel it’s probably fortunate that I don’t understand most of what you’re talking about.”

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In that invisible, unheard-of school where they teach would-be city-ites, they immediately dispense these two important lessons: First is: Always emphasize the last word in your sentences. And secondly: Only talk to people who’ll appreciate this.

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Propped under an evergreen tree, the warrior philosopher took off time enough to think this: “In primary realms, a ‘mark of distinction’ can be a bullet wound, or a missing finger — but let me lay here and pursue this notion further into the world of secondary affairs…”

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Knowledge is local — understanding universal.

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Next to the taxi stand one man said to another one, “It’s hard to believe how many backward people there are still around; and what’s really hard to accept is how many of them live in me.”

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In the city some say that the ideal design of any machine is for it to have a single control for each discrete function, and one guy suspects this might be a salubrious approach to his own thinking apparatuses.

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…and Kyroot observed: There may appear but one king, but every land has two princes.

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And the second delivery of morning mail brought in this letter to the Advice Doctor: “Dear Doctor: How come in the primary world we’ve got sex, where we have an activity that comes darn close to actually providing an immediate feeling of conclusiveness, and yet have no such counterpart in our intellectual, secondary one. How come we don’t?” Sir, oh sir — are you sure, oh sure?!

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So as to make it more personable, attractive, and alive for his own uses, one thinker renamed history “Annette.”

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U. U. E. — (Update of the Unmeasured Expansion): Not only is the secondary world “big enough for everybody” — it’s getting bigger all the time as more minds are hatched and climb aboard.
…(C. T. N. [Corollated Travel News]: One great thing about this train is that it’s long enough for all and expanding.)

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One ole city sorehead states: “I can accept almost anything in a man except characteristics!”

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The attempt to “rise above your station in life” is yet another theft the ordinary executed on the revolution: They’ve gotten it pretty tangled and mangled, but they stole it none-the-old-less, yes.

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…then under your neural threshold (okay, door) Kyroot slipped this billet: “The proper, civilized, secondary-man is he who can seriously pretend that the irrelevant is of supreme importance.”

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Sometimes this one god would be out-of-the-ordinary nice to his creatures, and usually at least one would ask him, “Yeah, but do you really mean it?” And the big guy’d usually reply, “Well, just what do you mean by ‘mean it’?”

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While you were out, Mr. Optimist left you this message: “In the secondary world, sustained efforts count for just as much as spotty, spasmodic ones.”

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Epigram Update Inside The World Of Thought and Terpsichory: “Love your enemies, for they hold your dance card.”

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A certain rebel mind once considered, “In a healthy, growing secondary world the ‘Great Deed’ can be seen as treachery.”

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While the sun shone, as the wind blown, and as the birdies putted, a speaker climbed high atop the soapbox in the park and declaimed, “Life’s ordinary position regarding human thought is not unlike the situation of men being permitted to vote in an autocratic state. They’re allowed to do it, but no one said it’d count.”

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Whenever The Magnificent Bell would ring out, marking another occurrence of The Great Deed, many people afar would stop and say — “What the hell was that?” …(A correspondent says: “I don’t mind much what you say or do on your damned old TV show, but you keep that revolution thing away from me!”)

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One mother gave her kid this warning for any travels that might take her through religious territories: “Anyone who won’t run for their life may offer to run for yours…so, watch it!”

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One man thought, “It’s bad enough having opinions without having to listen to them. Jeeze!”

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The king looked out on his land and mused: “All strangers and transients disrupt the peace of the subjects.” …(“Yeah team! Yeah team! Let’s hear it for the past!” And the crowd cheered right back: “Who else can the likes of us hear from?!!” — [Y-e-a-h team!])

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Problems and questions are local — progress and solutions, universal.

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…then Kyroot gave out with this upgrade and rebel expansion of an otherwise local sentiment: When you “care enough to send the very best” — leave town!

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Everyone’s true home address is in the nucleus of a cell.

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Near the east entrance of city park, a fellow told a stranger who joined him on the bench, “For the better part of thirty years I felt as though I was personally of no consequence — almost a ‘nonentity,’ until I realized that every proverb and adage ever written was aimed at me specifically.”

…..and, speaking of such matters, Kyroot offers this maximum “Maxim Update”: Those who do not learn from genetics are bound to repeat them… …or be them… …or something.

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…and Kyroot made note of: I gotta level with you, there was also another new business that just opened down the way which is bringing in just as many customers as that alignment shop I mentioned earlier: This other place advertises “Ancestor Trade-In Emporium.”

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On obscure — (“Obscure,” Hell! “Not-never-yet-existent” is more like it!) Anyway: On such obscure scales the following is, was, will-be-and-forever-is so (and, quoting from myself, I quote): In secondary kingdoms, the measurement and assessment of a thing becomes the thing.

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Whenever his creatures’ circumstances seemed to require that he enter and take a hand, this one god would kinda disguise himself, and assume the more functional, local name: “The Earl Of Do-Do.”

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Although the civilized tout it as admirable and praiseworthy, “courage” in the secondary world is but another hobby.

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And someone else corresponds with the Advice Doctor just so: “Dear Doctor: Would you say that opinions fall in the bailiwick of Mary, or The Lamb?” …(And the good doctor thought, “Ye gads! What a great question! Too bad there’s no one out there worthy of asking it.”)

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…and to those in the waiting room who had no magazines, Kyroot joined them and said: An ordinary man is bossed around by his hormones; a revolutionist is part of an unscheduled power struggle.

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Nothing in the secondary world is absolutely definable, which produces a field ripe for controversy and growth.

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Once a mob is in the mood, it’ll lynch somebody! Even itself.

…..Cordoned-off corollary: All intellectual progress comes through murder — which is why (though unrealized) men are driven to dream so desirably of ever higher levels of civility.

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Behind city college, over near the squirrel-turn-around, a chap with a brown bag had this to say: “Committing suicide is the supreme form of ‘casting pearls before porkers.'”

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…then ole “Keen Eyes” himself, Kyroot, served up this: Cultural Cute-View: Men accept — Hell! enjoy — saber rattling, threats of war, promises of war, even the mobilization and preparation therefor — and not because of patriotism, or allegiance to some king, but rather for the pure fun of being back in the midst of a mass mob movement.

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One ole man told all his kids, “Having mystical experiences is all well and good, but don’t you forget to change your underwear on Fridays.”

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This morning in the city a chap stopped me near the dry cleaners and said he’s been watching our show regularly for several months and seemed to be doing “just fine” with it, but suddenly finds he’s now beginning to constantly confuse “random” with “condom.” …(But he says the day’s not a total loss — they did find his missing tweed jacket.)

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A stranger is no longer quite so disturbing once he learns to speak your language. …(Of course his exotic tongue was what made him a stranger, disruptive and attractive to begin with.)

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The victories in battles you hear about are the smallest of the “small potatoes” lot.

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…and a “listener-in” of these proceedings thought to his ole listener-self: “Yes, perhaps you can ‘dance your troubles away,’ but then you’d be sorry!”

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Mythical Conversation Overheard By No One: “The whole idea of divorce was taken from the revolutionist’s struggle for new ways to think.” (The other alleged voice): “Oh yeah?! Then where did the idea of marriage come from?” “Hey! Who are you? Dr. Ruth’s idiot step sister!” …(We will leave them here, for shortly after this the whole dialogue began to quickly drift off into the fairly irrelevant.)

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Sitting off alone in the woods, a rebel thought, “If the revolution somehow got popular, would I like it as much?” (A nearby tree suddenly pretended it was going to fall on him, and they both got a real good laugh out of this.)

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One seditiously slanted ole man nudged the kid and said, “Believing in fairy tales and revolutionist thinking is, I fear, somewhat incompatible.”

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A viewer asks: “Is there any correlation between what you’ve referred to as The Three Forces and us having nervous, muscular, and respiratory systems?” …(What a locally interesting word that should be to men — “correlation.”)

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Stardust is the ultimate assessment and measurement of man.

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One day the left lobe of a certain rebel’s mind said, “If I had to go back to ordinary thinking, I’d die!” And the other lobe replied, “Remember?! That’s how this all started!”

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…then “His Friend and Maybe Somebody Else’s” — Kyroot laid out this item: An unfinished man is a happy man; an unfinished man is a miserable man; an unfinished man is a man.

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In private, one rebel mind made its particular awareness known regarding the remainder of ordinary people: “If you’re sane, civilized and semi-intelligent, then we’re both actually working the same side of the street.”

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A speaker in someone’s park once said: “On the Sea of Stupidity words are the only vessel that can chop itself up into fuel to feed its own fires.”

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Once, while visiting camp, Kyroot mentioned to some of the troops: The difference between what a man eats and what eats him is the difference between the ordinary and the revolutionist.

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Another local king, whenever faced with threat and danger, would immediately shout out the orders: “Quick! Shoot all the originals first!”

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One man describes his own ideal “mental breakfast” as consisting of sausage he makes out of yesterday’s intellectual leftovers.

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…then Kyroot made this “dial-flippers note”: Forget the radio and TV show promos: The real “News You Can Use” is not broadcast on local frequencies.

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Hunger makes the world go round — and also the intellect.
…(“Daddy, can we stop and eat now?” “That’s my boy! What a kid, what a kid.”)

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Being “civilized” is like the collective’s group-effort to be a revolutionist.

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First voice: “All children are ideas.” Second one: “Don’t you have that backwards?” “Certainly! Next question?…”

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Then stepping once again into the spotlight, Mr. Optimist delivers this tuneful ditty: “The city expects from its faithful inhabitants only lackluster efforts and lifeless results.”
…(“Ohhh — I don’t know Rusty, you can dance to it, so I guess I’ll give it an 85.”)

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A rebel doesn’t look through glasses, but through stardust.

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Someone else writes to us: “I’m just a pretty ordinary guy, but the more I watch your show, the better I somehow feel about life, and this scares the heck out of me.”