Jan Cox Talk 0982

The Ordinary Repent, The Neural Revolutionist Stops

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#982 Jun 8, 1992 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :26. Sanity for the ordinary is a series of checks and balances, a division of power such that neither sides wins. 

The Neural Revolutionist has no such divisions and can’t be cornered (lives in a house of mirrors of his own making). 

The ordinary repent; the Neural Revolutionist stops. 

We must all share the blame; there is no blame. To be a real hermit is to die to ordinary thought. 

Man’s conception of “free will is like an election where voting is allowed but the votes go untallied.


The News

In no matter what times men live they’ll say, “We live in strange times.”

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This one guy had the beginning of a concept…but it just wouldn’t jell…so he called it the, “It Just Won’t Jell” concept.

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…then Kyroot unveiled today’s Happy Description: Man’s secondary world is a form of verbal leap frog.

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What the revolutionist mind knows flows organically, and comes not from study.

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…and Kyroot mumbled: Everybody at the bus stop wants to take somebody with them.

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Even in lands that allow no “games of chance” a man with an ordinary mind has his own lottery.

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…and Kyroot remarked: In a more complex neural web, the more you think of “I” the closer you are to death…(or something even worse.)

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…and Kyroot noted: Conversation Number Sixty-Four: “I will not fall into the Pit Of Stupidity alone!” “That’s right — you don’t have to!”

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The sane will lie to themselves — an artist won’t admit it.

…..a fellow with a fairly active mind retorts, “When you get right down to it, isn’t it actually impossible to ‘lie to oneself’?” Well sure sir, but everyone knows that, and nobody does.

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One man’s latest notion, “The reason many people do talk so much is because they have nothing to say.” …(Kinda puts a “wrap” on it, huh.)

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Many people get all excited just so they can say they’re excited. …(Some of you may remember this idea when it was an act that went under the name of “Pro & Con.” …(“Another neat thing about being booked by life,” said a certain juggler, “is that it doesn’t waste your time fooling around with those ten per cent commissions; good ole life [god bless it] simply takes everything you’ve got.”)

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In an interview, this one reality explained its ability to stay in power so long in these words: “It’s all a matter of well-placed-headaches, and relentless crowd-control.”

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Inter-classroom by-play: “If you can count, you can think.” “What if you don’t know any numbers?” “Doesn’t matter.”

…..After some years of studying life and its several salient aspects, this one chap now says: “Short ideas are just like long ones — but shorter — and better.”

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Everyone’s part of an act.

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It’s easy to make the king mad — all you have to do is frighten him. …(The guards by the doors are to keep away disturbing ideas from the throne. …[“Dear Father dear,” asked a lad, “just what constitutes ‘disturbing ideas’?” “Well my boy, can you spell originality?”])

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The history of this other neural universe is replete with stories of those who offered to sell snakes faux wings so that they could avail themselves of the sparrow’s matinee discount.
…(A gentleman writes the program: “Okay, here’s another one for you; what’s the actual difference between, ‘offering to,’ and ‘trying to’?” …[Item: Why is it that creatures with two feet insist on a lifetime’s information about either the right, or the left?!])

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This morning’s debate in the park went like this (first speaker says): “A people’s culture is uniquely exemplary and revealing.” “Yes,” replied his opposition, “just as hair will grow on a man’s chest, but not in his mouth.”

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Near a busy intersection a chap confronted a policeman and told him point-blank, “Those who believe that men invent fiction will believe, dear sir, anything.”

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Under, “Ruler Of My Heart” one guy filed his own photograph.
…(Hey! — that’s how it s’posed to be.)

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There is in fact, a man who says that in life’s literary efforts as its non-fiction output is the primary world, its fiction is man and the secondary.

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Then turning to the “F Section” of Saturday’s city paper, Kyroot read a religious item concerning a new church that has sprung up in the Third Ward which has as one of its tenets the belief that when the gods want man to “suffer” they will cause him to be born!…and be serious. …(Then immediately after hearing this, several people thought, “What the hell’s so ‘new’ about that?!” — which is always easy to say once you’ve heard a fresh comment regarding an “old” subject about which you were already suspicious.)

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“But,” complained the mayor’s oldest son, “if brains could cry we could all be poets.”

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Through a non-commercial grant we are now able to bring you this one guy’s latest theory: “Time can’t get drunk — which is why men do!” …(Be sure and support our sponsors or they say they’ll come and rip your guts out. …[What is mortal existence without encouragement!!])

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Then Kyroot noted the political equity of man’s emotional life and height chart: In a binary world everybody has somebody to look down on.

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Human hormones, cleverly disguised as beliefs and convictions, are like kidnapped children all men are required to hold, even though they didn’t snatch them in the first place, and even though no one is ever coming forth to cough up a ransom.

…..and one man pled with himself, “Please!, just let me go and I promise I’ll never come back!”

…..a certain professor of grammar & rhetoric says he finds it “very, very interesting” that the words “whore,” and “habit” both start with the same letter!

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Sometimes, just to cheer himself up, this one god would remind himself, “Without me there’d be no such thing as an oxymoron.” …(“Hah!”, he’d then smile and say, “Hah!, and double-hah!”)

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If you don’t want to know about a thing that interests you in short, concise bursts, then it’s just a hobby. …(Consider how astronomy magazines give greater coverage to enthusiasts’ conventions than to star gazing.)

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Although normal city kings find artists unreliable, impertinent and ultimately unnecessary, they also find them strangely attractive. …(And Mama Italy cautioned the kids, “Now Milan, don’t you and Naples be fighting.”)

…..and one man thought, “If all of me was as fascinating as some of me is to me, I’d be a triple-delighted sight for me to see.” …(And a certain king counter-thought, “And that is one reason that all civilized kingdoms are divided into states and provinces so that no one lesser entity ever becomes too strong.”)

…..and a certain universe counter-ounter-thought: “And also why I do not allow artists to have nuclear pianos, or ballistic paint brushes.”

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By way of an endearing-young-charm, this one man, whenever he’d refer to himself — wouldn’t!

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After more than six hours of surgery, the neurologist met the waiting press just outside the operating room, and as he removed his bloodied gown gave this statement: “As of the moment Mr. Carlyle is stabilized, and doing well; we removed a tumor from his brain the size of a brain…,” and after a long head-scratching pause, the doctor muttered, “Rats!,” and rushed back into the O.R.

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Then a gentleman offers us a notation regarding, “Newton’s Eighth Undiscovered Law Of Emotion”: If I’m pissed why should anyone have fun!

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The speaker concluded with these words, “And once art has become a question of profit it is no more than a common trade.” And a lad in the audience was struck, “Same also with thinking.”
…(And so one might ask oneself: “If the neural revolution is not art then what pray tell might it”…[etc. & so on.])

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Hormones don’t sweat!

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Governments and other various institutions are the secondary world’s version of the primary’s herd instinct.

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And since no one had written to him yet tonight, the Advice Doctor went ahead with this answer for which he’d received no question: “Ignorance is a cure without an illness.”

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Two strangers waiting by an empty field fell into conversation: “It’s fascinating,” said one, “how the human mind works.” “And,” inquired the other, “how is that?” “I don’t know,” he replied.

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…then the Old Barker, Kyroot, worked the crowd thusly: A man in a house of mirrors can’t be cornered…not if he built it himself. …(And upon hearing this, one young lad immediately turned to himself and said, “Quick!, look at me! — is there any thing reflective going on?”)

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As the city stretched, then rolled back over to catch a few extra minutes worth, this one man exclaimed, “I am no rose bud, no pop-tart, I am a ‘man,’ and I can take-it-on-the-chin! …In fact, if it’s your chin, I can take it three or four more times!”

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An idea that will not fly without a modifier is not revolutionist.

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The headline of the neo-historical news item was, “The Logic Of Local Sequence Eventually Prevails Even Over Religious Myths”: Before the flood there was a giant race of people; and afterwards there was a lot of large drowned bodies.

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Telling “what kinda guy you are,” and giving your thoughts on the secondary world is one way to polish up a good shine on your intellectual rust. …(Pop quiz time: What’s more fun that finding a cobra in your bed? — Finding two!)

…..tip for princes: You can never replace your old man on the throne until you can suffer more than him. …(And a viewer sends this note: “No matter what kind of weird ideas you try to put in my head through your show, I at least have the comfort of knowing that a man’s brain has no actual feeling. …(I read that in a book!). Sincerely Yours.”)

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A kid said to an ole man: “You ever notice that the more things change the more people want to talk about change.”
…(Public Service Announcement: Is it not nice that at no additional cost we are provided with gasolines that not only fuel our vehicles, but make their own unbecoming noises as well.)

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E.V.O.A.P.K.: (Expanded Version Of A Previous Kyroot): A neural revolutionist would want to die alone, out of town, with no luggage.

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One man confided to a neighbor, “My lesser thoughts are like mules, pigs, even chickens in the yard.” “And,” inquired his friend, “what are you greater ones like?” “Greater ones?!!”, he yelled, “Greater ones?!! — you mean to tell me there can be greater ones?!!”

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Math Maxim For The Mentally Mutated: The greater the importance a mind places on institutions and collective wisdom, the less it will place on itself. …(“Of course,” injected the mayor, “this is the way it is intended to be; this is ‘civilization’!” …[“Okay, everybody who wants to be a hermit raise your hand…”])

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And a correspondent notes: “To be civilized is (in a certain manner) to impose on yourself.”

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From the curious recesses of his chosen alleyway, the Whisper Man sends this message: “If man were not as miraculously flexible as he is, his many complaints about life would have by now broken him.” …(And a viewer writes: “I think I know who the Whisper Man really is!!”)

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…and Kyroot observed: In the civilized stalking, the secondary of the primary, it is not seen but often the prey that is slain has already butchered the hunter.

…..Item: Life expends little genetic energy in sending alligators to college.

…..(Item: In one dominion, the Royal Zoo was composed entirely of the king’s relatives.)

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And another correspondent writes to us: “Thanks to the ideas I’ve picked up from your program I’ve got it now figured out like this: Life writes and produces the records; our minds get an FCC license, and our tongues become the D.J.”

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Two guys were sitting around a dried up lake bed and the first one said, “Let’s play a game: I’ll ask a question and you try to answer it.” “Okay,” replied the second guy; “Who was the original inspiration for the phrase, ‘As bull-headed as Zeus after a fifty day fast’?” And after the second guy had been silent for a long time, the first one said, “Okay, then just guess what letter the person’s name starts with.” And the second guy offered, “‘R’?” And the first one said, “That’s right!” And the second guy wondered, “‘R’ who?…”

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We must all share the blame; there is no blame.

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A Kyroot Revisited (And More): “Hormones don’t sweat.” (Now for the “More”): The primary world doesn’t sweat. “Say, hold it a minute,” objects a viewer, “This physical aspect of man’s existence certainly does literally sweat!” — Yes, we know — and that’s just the point.

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During their weekly court devotional the Royal Priest pronounced, “We each have our burden to bear.” And the plump young prince whined to himself, “Yeah — but I’ve got me!”

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In his desire (as he put it) to get the cheap stuff in his life “out of the way and done with” this one man killed himself.
…(A certain fashionable gentleman in one city joined in by noting, “I don’t mind hearing fun made of humanity just so long as it doesn’t apply to me.” …[And then Bordeaux admitted, “Yes, it is difficult trying to be where I am and spend part of the summer months in St. Tropez.”)

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As the Judge and Prosecuting Attorney danced, they talked, “The successful crime is the crime undetected,” said the Magistrate. “Ah so, and same too with ignorance,” replied his partner as he dipped His Grace.

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(Then for the, “Let’s Pretend: Kiddie’s Korner” segment of our show, Kyroot made up the following): A viewer writes our show: “Dear Kyroot: Throughout the history of man on this planet how many people do you think have actually known what was going on?” …Okay, for those of you who wonder if this is a trick question or not: If the one asking the question knows the answer, then it is.

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…and Kyroot noted: Man’s routine belief in “free will” is a variation of the classic gambit of tyrants whereby the people are allowed to go through the motions of voting, but their ballots are never tallied. …(Four kings, six priests, a rabbi and an insurance adjuster tell us that this has nothing whatsoever to do with them!)

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The only “true story” man has ever told changes from moment to moment. …(It is the only one possible.)

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In a trailer over near an unlisted School For Lambs lives a chap who thinks to himself, “We are all captives of our genes!…except those who know it and don’t care.” …(P.S.: If you believe there’s any way out of this then you’re the sort of fish who’d see the openings between the strands as the heart of the net. …[P.P.S.: If you are this sort — let me hear from you.] …(And a viewer writes: “You know, the more I don’t understand what you’re talking about, the more I seem to like it…weird, huh?!”)])

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When the primary and secondary worlds pass they often nod, or salute one another; (more often there is something else they would like to do.)

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A viewer who used to correspond with the king, while waiting at a busy intersection in the city park near the speaker’s area to meet a certain ole man and his kid, saw the king pass by and thought, “Boy! — what a Kyroot this could make!”

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Someone who’s been recently following these proceedings has this to say: “The more I listen to you and personally ponder the notion of some form of unusual, original, rebellious thinking, it feels to me more and more that it would entail a kind of ice cold ideas.”

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The weak repent — a rebel stops.

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Once upon a time, during a “strange” little period in their history, the king proposed that the love sonnet business be taken from the hands of printers and poets and given over to hormones. Well, such a hue and cry went up across the land that many of the decent people would turn to one another and say, “Where the hell did all the huing and crying come from?!” …(Late Charges: The praises of certain bodily fluids do not have to be sung since they are the mother of all romantic odes.)

…..and the credit card center forwards us this letter from a viewer: “If the obvious becomes any more obvious, will Kyroot be changing his name?”

…..the head of the resistance movement said to the troops and followers: “We have nothing to fear but ourselves! …and that don’t count for bird squat.”)

…..according to a certain old legend: This one band of explorers, even before they got all the way out of town, killed and ate their king, priests, financiers, and anybody else who “looked funny.”

…..and a viewer writes: “Would a real revolutionist be ‘logical’?” Dear Viewer: Are you ready to totally revise the “L” section of your dictionary?!

…..the sanity of the secondary world is its protection.

…..and a lad asked his dad, “When I grow up can I go unprotected?”

…..the sanity of the revolutionist is in being unprotected.

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One man says that sometimes when he’s out for a run, they’ll put a guy who looks just like him up to running toward him from the opposite direction.