Jan Cox Talk 0983

Ordinary Truth Is Changeable, Thus Supports Ordinary Sanity

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#983 Jun 10, 1992 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :33. The Neural Revolutionist is like the ultimate conspiracy, but carried on by those who don’t realize it or even ever think about it. 

Ordinary truth is changeable and therefore supporting of ordinary sanity. 

Who but the ordinary would want to think what they already think? 

Any artist that will describe/discuss his work gives a history of his plagiarism.


The News

Instead of thinking like other people, this one man did a kind of parody of how it might be if he did.

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One day this one reality said to all its creatures: “May I have your attention….”

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After years of indecision as to whether he’d ultimately be an optimist or a pessimist, this one man capped off his career of being alive by writing a book he entitled, “The Complete History Of Nothing.”

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One man sat down before his tv set and brain and said, “Now what?!….”

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Some trains that start slow seem to pick up speed; some trains just seem to start slow.

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Out around the edges was this one guy who says he figures: “This ‘neural-revolution’ thing has got to be like the ultimate conspiracy… carried on by those what don’t realize it…
…or even ever think about it.” …(“Jeeze!,” he thought, “Jeeze!”)

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Only the Philistines, bureaucrats, and shallowly civil know where they’re going, because their predecessors have been there already.

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As he strove for greater honesty in his personal life this one man began referring to the vast expanse of his mind as the “vast, slash, limited expanse of my mind.”

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One man’s most recent theory is that: “Anyone who’d listen to strange ideas is strange.”

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…then Kyroot gave: Proverb Update, Gamma Delta Yamma Four: A bird won’t foul its own nest, but a man will talk about himself.

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…and one of Kyroot’s assistants observed: “Some people have watched our show and then gone away feeling.”

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All institutional help such as psychiatry, religion, and support-groups are to assist those who feel repentant, but don’t WANT to quit.

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“Okay,” said the juncture point in this one reality, “we’ve got a choice here: Being ordinary can either be, ‘No excuse at all,’ or else the only one needed.”

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The closest that ordinary minds come to originality is in finding something new to complain about.

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During a vegetable break an ole man told the kid, “The truth never sweats.” “But,” complained the lad, “you told me that there was no such thing as, (quote), ‘THE truth.'” “Well,” the oldster replied, “there you ARE!”

…..and Papa Kyroot noted: If what ordinary minds call “the truth” was not impermanent, uncertain and conditional, the owners of such intellectual vehicles would find themselves constantly broken down by the side of the road. …(The proper fuel for a routine secondary journey is of an intermittent mix. …[When the cry goes out, “It’s time for hit or miss” the mind is ready to travel.])

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The Advice Doctor received the following correspondence: “Dear Doctor: Why is it easier to be nice to a little baby bunny than it is a large healthy rat?” Contraire, Dear Sir: You should see the number of letters I receive from proud mama rodents. …(One man’s thoughts used to gnaw at him.)

…..and a salesman asks: “Is this why nature arranged it so that man’s brain doesn’t HAVE any physical feeling?”

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…and Kyroot commented: Life is arranged to take care of the weak in that a man can worry over his primary life at the expense of doing anything about his secondary one. …(“Yeah,” screamed Pitti, “anyone who don’t think life’s fair’s gonna DIE!!” “Yeah!”, shouted Pat, “and so’s everybody else!” — [YEAH!])

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Then Kyroot read some more from that “Out Of Touch, Big Book Of Far Away Legends:” According to the creation myth of this one solar system, as soon as the gods made beings who could think, speak and hear, the very first thing they said to them was this: “Okay guys — what we’re about to tell you you MUST take in absolute seriousness — get it?!”

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This particular proverbial, verbal argument went like this: “Too many modifiers spoil the broth.” (Counter voice): “Not possible: What do you think was cooking up in the pot to begin with!” …(Alternative moral: Men fry words and men can burn words. …[And el viewer writes: “I sometimes think you spend too much time dealing with the matter of words themselves. But what do I know.” Dear Sir: ‘Tis encouraging to see you finally getting it right.])

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The ruler of this one land smugly smiled and said: “It’s
E-A-S-Y to not know what you’re doing if you’re KING!”

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…and a viewer complains: “But I like modifiers!…”

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Once a poet begins to rhapsodize about his middle age he is deceased, and will attract a similar audience. …(Cities learned long ago that “good art is dead art.”)

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…and Kyroot noted: Penguins who believe they’re on a “holy mission” will soon proclaim their droppings to be sacred artifacts. …(And a kid asked his ole man: “Is that how some of man’s institutions and traditions begin?” “What the hell you mean, ‘SOME’?”)

…..Once someone’s been declared, “famous,” then some of what they say can be likewise listed.

…..a viewer writes: “Is life really as simple as you make it sound?”

…..and life writes: “It better NOT be!”

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The instructor was telling the philosophy class, “There are many ways to be smart, but only one to be stupid.” And a student asked, “Sir, don’t you have that backwards?” And the professor replied, “You dumb son of a bitch! — Get the hell out of my class!”

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The mayor of one city told an interviewer from outer space: “Probably the greatest advances in our civilization have been the introduction of the channel selector dial on our tv sets and the expanded bus schedule; that way, no matter if you’re in a primary or secondary situation you can always get-out-of-town.”

…..two electromagnetic gods were talking and the first one said, “Creatures with radios believe those with televisions are witless.” And the second one asked, “Why is that?”, and the first one slowly gazed away and replied, “I’d rather not say.”

…..the prize one year was won by a man who had invented a “Gas mask for the mind.”

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Over near the wooded area just outside the city is a man who says he tries to be original for the simple reason that it makes him less irritable than not trying.

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…just then Kyroot gave out with some — Insider’s Carney News: The midway is always complete in that the mind is the original House Of Mirrors.

…..(Looking down into his own pants one guy thought, “But I always wanted to be the Tunnel Of Love.”

…..a woman who used to have an elephant act phoned to ask us: “In that revolutionist world of yours, what is the difference between the House of Mirrors and the Merry Go Round?”

…..a physician on suspension, who sometimes travels with the show, offers this observation: “You might be interested to note that just like the human brain, cotton candy has no feeling.”

…..and one man’s toe told his tongue, “I don’t see the connection.” “I know you don’t and that’s why you’re down there and I’m up here.” …(Even pedal digits — no matter how vocal — must bow in the face of superior logic. …[Now zip up your shoe and we’ll consider this case “Closed.”])

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An ole man told the kid, “Those who believe that ‘what’s done is done,’ and that ‘the past is over and gone,’ don’t have the slightest clue as to how the ordinary mind works.” …(“Nor should they,” he momentarily added.)

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Instead of ministers, secretaries, counsels and courtiers, this one king’s court was made up of hormones, enzymes, and a whole lot of blood & guts. …(“Thank you for your attention, Ladies and Gentlemen, and this concludes this segment of the royal tour. You may rejoin the main group back over by the bus, and thank you again — BOOM!”)

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Instead of opinions and convictions one man had an art collection.

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This message drifted forth from an alleyway, courtesy of an invisible voice: “A man who’ll make judicial comments regarding his own thoughts has ideas that are ex-felons, on parole, and not fit to invite to a garden party or other high class affair.”
…(And in the audience someone objects [sort of]: “But,” [they whine], “if WE don’t judge the worth of our inner mental life — who will?” …[Which — you’ve got to admit, is a damn good question — if you don’t think about it… too much.
…(“You know,” chimes in another viewer, “that seems to be the trick, ‘Rabbit-up-the-sleeve’ in ALL of this.”)])

…..and a woman who has never seen our show asks: “What is the difference between an ‘alleyway’ and ‘anyway’? (Inter Office Memo-Response — Of Sorts: Into what dark direction would you want to lead your mental children?)

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Another viewer writes: “I do believe you’d receive more financial contributions if you’d have fewer parables that have rats in them.”

…..And from the city comes this inquiry into the Advice Doctor: “Dear Doctor: Is it possible to hate yourself and still get by, and do well?” Dear Sir: I assume you mean for someone still alive?!…

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The Royal Minister Of Agriculture gazed out over the fields-of-the-kingdom and mused: “Ahh! — When all goes well at Court we can plant turnips and harvest watermelons.” …(Only in neural lands, with appropriate monarchs, are such miracles possible.)

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By the shuffleboard in the Ole Sorehead’s Bar one guy played with the puck and proposed: “There are at least two things for sure about a man who worries about age. One is that he is ordinary; two is that he is getting old; and the third is that he is double ordinary.” …(Note: Hormones can’t count birthdays — that’s why they have YOU do it.)

…..and a gentleman who used to be in the amusement machine business has this to say: “Wouldn’t the secondary world be nice if it could be as simple as the primary one is.” …(Uggh! — another one of those statements for which there is no comeback; and what’s really interesting is — can you figure out why?!!)

…..and Kyroot said: Unrelated hint — I mean, story: Once upon a time Mediterranean geography decided (what with the canals and all) that Venice was “just too complicated” and did away with it, only to discover that Italy disappeared.

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A passing rebel made this comment: “Local reality gave man fiction since it KNEW how he’d respond to the alternative.”
…(This prompted a gentleman in the city to wonder: “Does the primary world write?….”)

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No matter where he lived this one man kept one room that he wouldn’t go into.

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…and a viewer writes: “After listening to you and thinking about it all, I don’t believe that ANY of this has ANY thing to do with MY mind.”

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…probably not, sir.

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…and another viewer asks: “What I want to know is — is all of this just an act?”

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…probably, sir. …(“No, no,” said Kyroot, “J-U-S-T kidding.”)

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…”Boy! that Kyroot — what a kidder!”, noted Kyroot.

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Pleading for the king’s sister, this one subject said he was a “hopeless romantic,” and after His Graciousness had him killed he returned to say that he was now the, “LATE, hopeless romantic.” And yet, can you believe it! — the head booger-brain still wasn’t much impressed. …(“And such,” noted Kyroot, “are the pitfalls of trying to make sense of fairy tales, and the normal workings of the human mind.” …[And that was a quote!])

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While eyeballing a nearby fire hydrant one man detailed for us his latest conclusion: “Anyone who won’t argue either knows a little something, is deaf, or something even worse.”

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With a kind of “Vegas gleam” in his eye, this one man says that he thinks of his physical life as the ‘headliner’ playing the Main Room, while his intellectual one is more like the ‘sleaze acts’ that work the Show Bars.

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“Dear Advice Doctor: Should an artist seek success in the city?” Dear Sir: He could, if it was possible. …(Off line query: When does an artist cease to be an artist? When he begins to doubt he is one.)

…..then Kyroot offered this brief history of, “Man, The Would-Be Artist In Secondary Kingdoms”: The kid-king starts out enthralled with finger painting, but moves on to bossing the schoolyard. …(A viewer writes: “Sometimes I don’t think I am able to distinguish progress in man’s world from regression.” Well sir, that’s a start.)

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Two rats — I mean, chipmunks — were talking and one said: “You ever notice how many people write stuff and say things without bothering to explain what they mean.”

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…and Kyroot added some more verbal fuel to the compost heap that tells (in part) “How Life Works! — (In A Funny Sort Of Way! — [Ha Ha, (Don’t You Know)])”: Sometimes just before the train would enter a long dark tunnel a man would walk the aisles and ask if anyone had ever been in a long dark tunnel, and if no one had, they’d go through it twice. …(A chap in a burlap suit rubbed his head and wondered, “Is that why it’s so hard to learn from life?! …Because it has so much to teach you?!” …[“And okay,” thought his tailor, “let’s see some smart ass answer THAT one!!”])

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An artist who can tell you how he got to where he is regarding his work will knowingly or not give the history of his plagiaristic activities.

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…and Kyroot told us about: The kid of the local god over in this one reality tried to make up a list of who should be killed first. At the top he played around with first putting, “Priests, plumbers, insurance salesmen, tax collectors.” Then tried it with, “Telephone solicitors, heavy metal bands, lawyers, and science fiction writers.” And his ole man, walking past, glanced down at his efforts and said, “Don’t forget to include yourself on the list.” And the kid mentally scoffed, “Hah!, who does he think I am! — a revolutionist or something!”

…..now may I relay to you a fax that just arrived for the Advice Doctor: “Dear Doctor: Why do all religions convey some notion of the need for their followers to somehow ‘die’ in some sort of manner?” Dear Sir: It’s cheaper than having to set up a Complaint Department… smarter, too.

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Looking at the notes he’d spent a lifetime collecting, one man thought, “A neat pile is a happy pile.” …(“Ohh,” swooned & swayed one distinguished critic, “If man’s mind could be so discerning. …Ohhh.”)

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And one creature thought, “If you don’t know how pretty you are, you can be as pretty as you want to be.” …(“Mommy,” cried one little nipper, “tell me, please dear Mommy, that this all happened over in Metaphor Land.” …[Yes, friends & weighbors — don’t we all WISH!])

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And from a viewer comes this letter: “Dear Kyroot: Being an interested observer, and looking at this ‘neural revolution’ thing you talk about from the outside, I must say I cannot tell whether it would be a process of teaching you something new, or un-teaching you what you already know.” A common problem sir — a most common conundrum.

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A chap in the speaker’s area of city park spoke right out and said to the crowd: “A man’s best friend is his dog… well, his dog and his own digestive system… well, his dog, his digestive system, and his interest bearing checking account.”
…(With that, everyone seemed reasonably satisfied. They dispersed and went their appropriate, separate ways.)

…..a certain hot-head over at the “Hot-Head’s Grill & Toilet” said: “It’s nice that cities have parks, and stuff like that. Too bad they don’t have any BRAINS!”

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Far upon a near-by hill an ole man and kid were sitting & conversing, and the older one said, “In the city, in any situation, you have your choice: you can either run with the herd, or with the anti-herd.” And the younger nodded his understanding and added, “And either way, I’ll be then, half grown?!” And the ole man screwed up one eyebrow and thought, “He did say ‘half-DEAD’ didn’t he?…”

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And a gent writes to the Advice Doctor: “Dear Doctor: I like stories about the gods wherein they appear human-like.” Dear Gent: What other kinds are there? “Dear Doctor: I was hoping you wouldn’t say something like that — but thanks anyway.”

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An artist whose vision is not positive is a peddler.

…..and Kyroot noted: It is almost impossible to work for the city and not be glum. …(And the public voices downtown declared, “If WE do not seem anxious where will the people find their example!”)

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The ruler of this one kingdom would consider for appointment to important positions only those who kept a set of encyclopedias in their bathroom.

…..a young “loin-springer” inquired of the “possessor-of-said-loins”: “Pa Pa, why be it that some things that sound possible still cannot be?” …(By the by, as regards the just read, you might like to mark down in your calendars the following: “When EVER the secondary world moves — it makes noise.”)

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As the bus bounced along one passenger turned and said to another, “A man who watches the clock will never go blind.” And his seat mate asked, “Do you mean the clocks out THERE, or the ones in HERE?” …(Bouncy, bouncy.)

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One guy and his hormones were just sittin’ around and he attempted to draw them into conversation: “Well…even when sex runs out — there’s always pizza; and when pizza runs out there’s still my pension; and if that runs out I can always fall back on worry.” …(Just to themselves, his vital, internal juices thought, “No wonder we don’t have any MORE of these ‘little talks’ — WHEW!!”)

…..and then this letter into the Advice Doctor: “Dear Doctor: I’m a pretty ordinary guy, and I’d like to know, is there any way to use fear and distress in your ordinary life?” Dear Ordinary Guy: How about for staying alive!

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One man’s fore-front, kingly, ole-man, city-type observation to himself: “Being civilized IS the only excuse.”

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A viewer writes: “Before watching your show the question of originality never came up in my life.” …(He writes again: “Oh sure, I’d sometimes take up the latest fashion trend — or refuse to [just so I’d seem different], but I realize now that that kind of stuff doesn’t actually have much to do with being original, now does it.”) …There IS nothing new in the primary world, and all that is in the secondary is what men SAY is, but as soon as they say something is — it isn’t.

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In one universe once some of the creatures had finally decided that they’d “undertake it,” they discovered it was about time to die. …(Hey! sweet-cakes!, life knows what it’s doing!)

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One man said, “Life talks too much!”

…..(Then, just ‘tween us-ans, Kyroot added): Okay, try it this way: If such things could happen, the liver told the brain, “Hey! come on! — what you do is just as important as anything else around here.” …(Of course, looked at from ever a more curious angle you could think how fortunate it is that the primary world can’t speak to the secondary. …[And a lad asked his dad, “But why might anyone think that?” “Ahh, they wouldn’t son, not ‘less they was a revolutionist, or somethin’.”])

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As soon as the Royal Priest told the people, “There, there — you mustn’t blame yourselves,” the king nodded his way and told a guard, “Get that bum outta here!”

…..and Kyroot noted: Parables and metaphors are to man’s secondary as sex and whiskey are to his primary — (if he happens to be a bricklayer, or something).

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Only life can teach, and learn from itself, and it does so in part, through man.

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And from one of those out-there, watching our program comes this letter: “Dear Kyroot: Do you know what I don’t like about your show? Well I’ll tell you. Instead of down-playing what man is, you seem to up-play what he might could be.”

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One man had a secret attic, and in this attic was a secret corner, and in this corner was a secret trunk in which he kept an alternate head.

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Several of the young princes raced through the palace shouting, “Run for your lives! — The people are armed!” (And to himself the king just smiled.)