Jan Cox Talk 0987

Driving the Secondary World–Conquering the Already Conquered

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#987 Jun 19, 1992 – 1:07 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :30. How can anybody conquer what has already been conquered? This is what drives the Secondary Level World. 

As long as mind can dream of tomorrow, there is a tomorrow; as long as ordinary mind dreams of tomorrow, tomorrow will be ordinary. 

Being of good will does no good if you’re religious; Good Will is not polar-based.

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The News

One man had his mind cantilevered; trouble is, he made the wrong area rigid.

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…and Kyroot noted: Secondary Physics, Chapter Two, page twelve: Phenomena that is not ephemeral is already dead.
…(This alone should make men rejoice that they are not mere nouns.)

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One guy’s latest postulation is that when life doesn’t have time to fool with you, it’ll say to you, “Hey, explain yourself!”

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Once this one guy’d get wound-up he’d get really wound-up.
…(He did it so good, in fact, that they started letting him wind other people up.)

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One man’s at-home-logic: Throwing garbage on the floor won’t necessarily make the floor leave.

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Living in “perilous times” bothers some people; just living bothers all the rest.

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The reason intellectual merry-go-rounds are circular is so the rear can catch up with the front and feed it, and vice versa.

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One guy tried — but he didn’t try hard…(what a guy).
…and Kyroot added: One guy was all guys.

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Many people who don’t know what to think go ahead anyway.
…(“And, god bless ’em,” said life, “god bless ’em.”)

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Being too entranced with the ideas of others is to dwell in their head at the expense of yours.

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Journey-journey: A word with no synonym can travel without a chaperone.

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“X” always marks the spot…except where “Y” will do as well.

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A revolutionist artist is his art.

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One guy spat and disgustitized: “Jeeze! If your hormones don’t get you, your mind will.” …(Moral, law, edict, principle, and Return-Policy that none want to think about: When there’s no way out, there’s no way out. …[And of course-a’mighty, a revolutionist perceives no bad news therein — Contraire, old dears, contraire-yo-mama.])

…..A man writes our show: “I like it mainly when I don’t know what you’re talking about; I like your show a lot.”

…..A human once rounded up some of his fellow creatures and said, “Maybe — just maybe, if we all talk about ourselves a lot, the gods will leave us alone.” …(Instead of having a hometown sports team, this one locale would just go out and have a good laugh at the word “maybe.”)

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A curious old music professor told a young composer, “Putting the climax at the end will certainly work — but it’s been done before.”

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To defend himself in the secondary world the revolutionist wouldn’t so much engage in defensive action, or even in offense toward his apparent attackers; his protection would come from what might best be described — (as always) — as “profitable movement.” …(Some might find a nexus here with the man in a story who recently said that he didn’t tell other people what to do, but told himself what to do.)

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City kings don’t have to be hermits; they’re already alone, protected and walled in.

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The speaker proclaimed, “The mind is drawn to the past like a ship to the ocean floor,” and a man in the crowd pleaded, “But I find the metaphor highly disturbing.” And the speaker replied, “Okay, two things: First is that it’s a simile, not a metaphor; and secondly — tough shit.” …(A man writes the Advice Doctor: “Dear Doctor: Since the indications seem to be that man’s routine mind is not very original or creative, is that why there seem to be so few artists who are also intellectuals?”)

…..Suddenly a man leapt from a tree exclaiming, “Now I’ve got it! It’s not the world that’s going down the drain — it’s man’s mind!” (Sorry sir, but you still don’t quite have it.)

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Grand political proverb brought up-to-date, as per revolutionist time: Seriousness is the last refuge of scoundrels — and the dense — …also the first, the mid one, and the warm-up batter.

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Wherever he looked, one man saw roaches, and after some treatments in the city, saw only rats; another man saw voices, and after some out-of-town attention saw only brain molecules, busy, busy at work.

…..the plantation manager of one universe confided: “Not every one can be cured, but every body can sure be killed.”

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A fit synonym for the revolutionist could have been “artist”: A proper description, “original,” and an apt telling of his intentions, “creativity,” but all of these have already (dammit) been used. …(And the carolers sang,
“Damn, damn, damn;
Oh little town of Birmingham…”)

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In the midst of one reality a man thought, “How are we to ascend a mountain that has our fingerprints all over it?!”
…(Such quandaries propel secondary machinery, and finance such expeditions abroad.)

…..a gentleman writes: “Exactly where is ‘abroad’?” Those who know the answer to that know a lot.

…..Travel agents based in your own home town can’t ever book you to where a real revolutionist wants to go.

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Instead of scotch, one ole man gave his kid this twelve year old advice: “Forget all notions of profit-&-loss that others find meaningful.” …(One man’s request: “I want to be buried with my ledgers and account books.” And the driver replied, “S’not necessary to ask for, sir.”)

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On his camp underwear one man had his mama embroider this message: “Those who can’t do any better dream of gods; and those who can’t even do that, dream of themselves.”

…..one guy has this low-level thesis that they put serial numbers on buses so’s you can tell them from humans.

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Summing up his attitude toward the never-ending, gradually proceeding continuity of man’s intellectual quests, one guy says he wishes they’d hurry up and find themselves a whole box of neutrinos so he can get some sleep.

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Each day the secondary world must be invented anew.

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Suddenly — looking up — the self-proclaimed “Philosophical Prophet” was surprised to see himself confronted by a firing squad, and said, “I came here to speak — not be shot,” and the king replied, “Well splendid! Now you can do both.”

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Being sad is not original, nor serious, creative.

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Over in one city the theme for The Old Sorehead’s Annual Ball is: “Must The Impotent Dream Of Lust? Must The Hungry Eat Mud From The Library Again?” …(And once more a certain lad and his dad played this little game — the father says: “The fun of being ill is to get well again,” and the boy replies, “What’s the fun of being ill.” [And, no, I don’t have it backwards.])

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And a mighty roar rattled through the universe declaring, “All worms need a head — all worms need a leader — all worms need a spirit, a god, a government — all worms need friends and neighbors — arts and institutions; in short, worms need to be civilized — worms need to be man.” (With that, things became quiet again, for a while.)

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Then Kyroot offered a second verse to a ditty from last time: A man who studies the ideas of others at the expense of his own creativity does not have a record collection, but rather a “lip sync” act living with him. …(Non-musical corollary: Some who just can’t bear it decide to teach others about it.)

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And a viewer writes: “Dear Kyroot: In contradistinction to what I perceive you to have earlier said, I, in fact, have learned a great deal from cliches. What do you say to that?!” Nothing.

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As long as the mind can dream of tomorrow there is a tomorrow. …then Kyroot offered an alternate version: As long as the ordinary mind dreams of tomorrow, tomorrow will BE ordinary. …(and Kyroot asked a few: “Which one you like best?”)

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Liking what you already like is not much encouragement to creativity.

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Where city power is electorally contested, the cries of the two pre-eminent factions are always: “It’s Time For A Change” and “There’s No Substitute For Experience.” (This pretty well shuts out the Creative Party.) …(You do understand that on the intellectual hustings the “It’s Time For A Change” alliance is not actually an agent for regeneration, or originality, but simply the “No Substitute For Experience” Party turned inside out.)

…..A certain thoughtful “wanna-be-hermit” got struck with this: “You either swim or drown in a sea of secondary glue.”

…..then acting as “Temporary M. E.,” Kyroot stepped from the morgue and noted: It’s simple enough to kill yourself primarily, but secondary suicide is a whole ‘nother pig race.

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One guy, to excuse his behavior, instead of saying, “I can’t help it,” would say, “My hygenes can’t help it.” (He meant “hormones.”)

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Near a crosswalk, a man with a box of onions told a traffic cop, “City poets bemoan the downfall of woman on the primary steppes…because they envy what they perceive to be her capacity to still do so.” …(A Question-&-Answer game as played between two solar systems: Q: “Who do the civilized have to be jealous of?” A: “You mean besides everybody?…”)

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…another stanza: …and Kyroot said: If the intellect were manuscript paper all rebels would be composers.

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And from the mail bag springs this letter to T. A. D. (The Advice Doctor): “Dear Doctor: What is the difference between being insane and being a neural revolutionist?” Dear Sir: If you have to ask — none.

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Since it was the last day of the month, and the last month of the year, and the last hour of the day, one ole man gave the kid this last advice of the minute: “Always do the right thing — even if you don’t know what it is.”

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…two gods were talking and the first one said: “What would happen if men ever discovered gods that weren’t imaginary?” And his bud replied, “You know damn well what would happen — we’d be out of work again — that’s what!” …(And wondereth a chap: “Would paradise be a place where ignorance could collect unemployment benefits?…”)

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Near a downtown section one guy stopped and thought, “As long as you don’t try to move — who cares if your foot is nailed to the floor!” …(If city mentation had cheerleaders, right here they’d jump and shout — Yeah! Team-of-guys!”)

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One guy’s mind told him, “Don’t ever let a man with questions in your house,” and he replied, “It’s already too late,” and his mind replied, “Then don’t ever let in a man with make-believe answers!” And he said, “Who the hell do you think I am?!”

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Those, the greater hazard on the highway, life often gives the larger car. …(And a chap who actually didn’t understand this at all still was able to ask, “Is that why things seem to be going so well?!”)

…..instead of bumpers on his mental-mobile, one man attached alligators, knives, a virus, and other assorted opinions and convictions.

…..if you go to the city (and any of its subsidiary colleges, temples, 7-11’s, or other institutions) and say, “Fill ‘er up!” They will! …(B.F.C.M.O.F. — “Being forewarned can make the ordinary forlorned.”)

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Said the man by the creek, “If you make your life sound more melodramatic than it is, it proves one thing — you’re still breathing.”

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Whenever he’d get in a jam this one guy’d claim to be a “truncated woodpecker” for the simple reason that he didn’t know what “truncated” meant.

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Those to whom life makes sense can make sense of ANYTHING.
…(And a lad asked his dad, “Say, Pops, are those the kinds of cats that invented metaphors and allegories?”)

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Hobbyist’s Report: One man loved to play “Connect The Dots” and “Fill In The Blanks” — in his own mind.

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Life loves the stable and predictable; for one thing, it can always call on them to help suppress the original and creative.
…(There, there — life loves the original and creative, too…just in a different way.)

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In an initial attempt to get the young prince to understand his relationship to the people, the Royal Tutor told him, “Being of ‘good will’ does no good if you’re also religious.”

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The tune playing on the jukebox was, “Everybody Wants To Go To Heaven But Nobody Wants To Die,” and a guy with a beer and some pork skins said, “Boy! What a dumb-ass song; it oughta be, ‘Everybody Wants To LIVE But Nobody Wants To THINK About It.'”
…(The bouncer noted, “Having a fifty-cent minimum helps keep out the trash.”)

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An old timer told a new timer, “Around these parts life will always take ‘Two of each, thank you.'”

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Then to his companions he exhorted — “Forget the rats! (And to himself mumbled, “Might as well, ’cause they sure as hell ain’t gonna forget us!” …[And that brings up that piece of baseball lore regarding those players who conceived of paradise as a place of “misplaced memory.” …(And a viewer writes: “You don’t actually mean an afterlife reward wherein you simply ‘Have no memory’ — do you?!!” …[“Wow!” said Kyroot, “What would some of these letter writers do if they ever broke the exclamation mark key on their typewriter?!!”])])

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…and Kyroot noted: A “serious” artist AIN’T no artist.

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A man handed a secret note, it said: “Life will tolerate almost anything except too many astronomers.” …(Back-to-back hits: In the city religious leaders must believe they’re more threatening & formidable than they are — well somebody’s got to!
…[Gracious & Sensitive Follow-Up To The Above: It is not pleasant to feel impotent and inconsequential; that’s why man has his mental sense of family, friends, institutions, and limited horizons.])

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One three-dimensional king looked himself face-on in the royal mirror and said, “Whatever you think, life’s already thought it! And don’t you forget it! …and don’t ever ‘let on’!”

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A man writes to the Advice Doctor: “Dear Doctor: Would men be moral if they didn’t believe there was some external reason they should be?” …(The fresh, creative thinking of the revolutionist is not to merely “change behavior,” but to give one to understand man’s programmed operations.)

…..and Kyroot noted: If the time were yet for man to be civilized he wouldn’t have to be made to be.

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Buses only came to be after men began to dream of them.
…and Kyroot said: Thus is the complete history of everything in man’s secondary world.

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A kid-brain-part asked his older counterpart, “Is evidence of being intelligent in the city the inability to be shocked?”
…(A hypothalamus segment, just hanging around, heard this and thought, “Boy! If I understood that, I bet I’d understand everything.”)

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…and Kyroot noted: One city operation had as its slogan: “Where Smart People Come For Ideas.” …(As a logo they had a picture of an oxymoron.)

…..”Okay,” said the anesthesiologist, “Let’s be blunt about it: The really creative don’t get their ideas from any where!…
…(except, of course — that’s impossible!… …isn’t it?!!”)

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A chap inquires: “You recently mentioned people who will drop their drawers to prove they still have a certain rash on their rear — in this regard is ‘dropping your pants’ the same as ‘opening your mouth’?” …(I wish we had some kind of prize to send that man.)

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As he would sometimes glide to a corner of the ballroom, dancing alone with himself, he would often sing, for his ears only, these words from his favorite song:
“I Won’t Die — Don’t Ask Me;
I Won’t Die — Don’t Ask Me…” (la de da da da…).

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And another man suddenly thought to himself, “The creative way in which a revolutionist would think would act like an unstable mental catalyst…but that’s also impossible – ?!?!”

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One of the city youngers said to his own crowd, “Let us rise up and go out and destroy the older ones who have gone before us,” but it was too late — those who had gone before them were already back behind them.

…..and this note wanted to be taken note of: In the battle between serious parables and silly ones, there is no battle.

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Instead of a direct threat, the local god of this one area threatened the creatures thusly: “Criticize the critics at your o-w-n peril!” …(What sane ear mite would allow his elephant to even THINK about hara-kiri.)

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The morning sunrise in one man’s brain noted to him: “You cannot escape death, nor avoid illness, but you can escape death and avoid illness.”

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If it’s original with you it doesn’t have to have a name.
…(Under his breath Kyroot chuckled and said, “‘Have to’ HELL!”)

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The two debaters ranted and one cried out, “Then are we to conclude that men are mere machines?” “No!” replied the other, “Certainly not! More like speakers! And some are woofers, and some are tweeters, but all, by god, all, by god, I say, are either blown-out, or damn close to it!”

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In February a man told a visiting relative, “The easiest way to get along in the secondary world is by listening to other people. …(It’s either that or buy a transistor radio.)”

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A man who once heard about ideas and stuff like this after a while thought to himself: “I’ll just bet that only a revolutionist understands the secondary world, and I’ll bet that by the time he does, it’s too late.” …(He later asked himself, “Well What’dya think? Huh? Huh?”)

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The ballroom in which they play the music the revolutionist wants to hear is always “just over there.”

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One guy said, “If all a man knows is from history, he don’t know much.” …(“Yeah,” he replied later, “but boy! can he quote like a son of a bitch!”)

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A viewer writes: “I am so-o-o sick of being told what to do that I started watching your show… …now I don’t know what to do.”

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Once he realized where the city is and understood the direction of the expansion, one man made it a point to live near the border.

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From today’s mail, this letter: “Dear Kyroot Show: Last time you mentioned a certain man’s theory that ‘the gods won’t fuck with anybody crazier than they are,’ and I wonder if he means they’re afraid to? Or just don’t want to? Or just know it’s a waste of time?”

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The man with the secret microphone told the select audience, “Humor without meaning is meaningless…” Paused, then tried again: “Humor without meaning is pointless.” (There seemed to be no way for sure to tell if they understood or not.)

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…then Kyroot offered this unpublished definition of “safe”: Safe: What creativity has for breakfast.

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As his eyesight shifted in the light of the city ballroom, one man began to find dancing with others often like dancing by himself.

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Just at the edge of the horizon the unfenced mind can see wild stallions at play.