Jan Cox Talk 0992

The “Hole” in Time Is Man’s Consciousness

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#992 Jul 1, 1992 – 1:25 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :33. Only the stagnant are harmless. What costs money ipso facto won’t work. 

Time is a sense of pressure in all man’s activities. 

Audio-only: the “hole” in time = man’s consciousness; his subtraction of himself from I + not-1 = Everything. 

Ordinary level unconditional glee is a bullet in mid-flight (you’re about to be shot!).


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At least once a week his question is always the same: “What,” he asks, “is the consolation for being alive?” And the answer (he says, “If you want to call it that”) is also always the same. So: One for him — one for life.

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As he sat down to rest up for the rest of his life this one man thought: “Having something to believe-in that’s outside of yourself sure saves a lot of sweat and uncertainty.”

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Without at least the vague visage of a hero’s picture in their billfold, the average mind would stumble and fall too far behind.

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Many who work on buses will say, “I used to work on airplanes,” but they didn’t. Most didn’t even hear of flight until they were well past grown.

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Public confession is good — for the public.

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One city’s Official Physician offered this urban diagnosis: “If you’re dense and distracted enough, life doesn’t have to frighten you much.”

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Only the stagnant are harmless.

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One man said to his mind: “Don’t tell me what’s not possible! — I grew up knowing that!”

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…and Kyroot noted: Where there are no pickle trees there are no natural pickle eaters.

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In the city once brains realize what they are — they want to grow up to be sports stars. …(Fairly Tale: If trains could think they’d mostly want to back-up.)

…..and a merry go round writes to us: “When you’re in my configuration — what difference does it make which way you go?!”
…(Fairy Tale: When the mind doesn’t want to “turn that corner” it can always make it into a gradual curve.)

…..and Kyroot added: “Fairy Tale: The Definition”: Fairy Tale: That which men believe when they don’t WANNA believe what they believe.

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As things were moving along in proper, happy confusion, one chap stood and said: “I’d like to say something in favor of something.” And they all laughed him back down.

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On the city jukebox the song most on its mind is: “Yesterday Was A Good Time To Change And Grow, But Now I’m Awfully Late.”

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“Remember,” pronounced the mayor, “in variety and freedom is danger.” And many of the people “Ooh-ed,” and “Ahh-ed,” while some of them thought they saw him smile when he said it and they thought, “He ain’t our mayor!”

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Originality made too public is like whiskey that’s been watered.

…..and Senor K. added: It’s easier to just be a star in your own home town… you know — upstairs, with just you and old uncle Charlie.

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Addressing our show, one man comments: “Every time you mention ‘originality’ and ‘thinking’ in the same sentence, I get the severe willies.”

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…and Kyroot made mention of these: “Trailings From One Other Creation Myth”: As soon as the creatures could see — they saw time. And as soon as they saw time — they perceived a hole to be in it. And after that, Bucka-rooties, it was all down-hill, smooth-sailing, no-sweat, and hold-on-to-you-knickers! — The future and past are closer than we EVER imagined!

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And now by request — this dialogue: First voice: “A bad speller without a proofreader has no cause to be embarrassed.” Second voice: “But neither would a good speller.” First voice: “Yeah, but my way’s cheaper.”

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Then from a hat, out pulled Kyroot this: “How A Revolutionist Might Think That Could Highly Annoy The Ordinary”: When this one man discovered that he had insufficient room in which to maneuver, he presented himself with two possibilities: Find more room or change his maneuvering. …(In polarized climates fish and water can be friends… except if one of them wants to leave town.)

…..Combination philosophical-and-dietary update: One man now states: “You are what you think,” countered by his partner’s claim: “You think what you are.” …(Okay, somebody separate those clowns before we have any REAL trouble.)

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Then, over the Rebel’s Intercom came this short message: Everyone naturally believes that ignorance and the unknown is what they don’t now know, but what if it is EXACTLY THAT?!
…(Athletic side bar: In some realities it is forbidden to play football using your foot for the ball.)

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An earthling was talking to a visitor from another world and said, “The great thing about being a human is that you can believe ANYTHING you want to.” And the guest asked, “Regardless of whether it’s true or not?”, and the homo talkitus replied, “What’s a ‘true’?”

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Just before it’d get to be time for “hard times,” that is, it’d be time for humans to have to “human-it-up,” this one god would kinda pave the way by announcing, “Guess who’s coming to dinner?!” …(Corollary, Red-Alert/Green-Alert: The paucity of human’s humor is matched only by their lack of understanding what it IS that’s so funny.)

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One rebel said: “I can still remember: The first time I ever got it all ‘narrowed-down’ I immediately ‘widened’ it all back out; that’s probably what saved me.”

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A man writes as follows to the Advice Doctor: “Dear Doctor: Sometimes my hormones tell me to catch a bus while my mind says take a plane.” (And the Doctor wondered, “Is that a question?!….”)

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Even amongst the most civilized there’s still a secret treasure they seek… except they don’t know they seek it… and except they won’t admit they believe in secret treasures.

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As they stood, spitting at the base of the City Limits sign, an ole man told the kid, “Wherever you look in this life, there’ll appear to be two paths, but just remember: If it actually made any difference which one you take — there’d be a bigger choice.”

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Then for the grownups’s early morning bedtime story Kyroot read us this one: Over in one neural-dural kingdom, just as soon as the little synapses were old enough to walk — they sat down.
…(“Ahhhh,” the many of them then thereon reflected, “the only thing better than feeling better is to have someone you respect say, ‘There! — Now don’t you feel better?!'” …[Yes, no doubt about it! The best thing about being an adult is that you no longer have to put up with all that childish shit.])

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And now today’s scores from another universe: Without fear men would not think: (and): What do men fear most? — That which they think about.

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One man got off his bicycle and went up to the firehouse to say: “The only way you could tell that a man knew more than anyone else in the world would be that he wouldn’t comment on it one way or the other… (and even then, you couldn’t be positive).”

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And now a chapter from that great mystical work: “Sequential Vines Upon Yon Desert Grow”: To save himself from going completely blind, one man put his cat out…. (“Excelsior!-and-Cheer-Up-God-Dammit” part of the program: Once you are dumb you can’t get double dumb. …[And a man in the back of the room says — “Oh YEAH-H-H?!”])

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When it comes to the neural explorations of the new territories that IS the revolution, you cannot fight the thinking of the majority. It will not fight; it does not have to fight; and even if it did — you’d be wasting your time to stop and do so with it.

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The mayor of one city is on the verge of proclaiming that, “Plain talk is cheating.”

…..an old sorehead, down the hall at the Assayer’s Office muttered to himself, “If evolution could talk it’d make palaver seem monosyllabic.”

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One civilization thought, “We are on the verge of great things,” only to suddenly wake up and discover it had to go to the bathroom, and was laying on the edge of the bed. …(“The best thing I like about drugs, and booze and other people’s ideas,” he said, “is they save me the effort of having weird thoughts on my own.” …[While not actually having any particular complaint against civilization one man nonetheless pondered: “If the herd IS always right, then what the hell am I doing running along, head-long, with a bunch of cows?!”])

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In one fair land, on one fair day, the king declared: “Let those who announce the bus schedules — ride the buses!” (And seven psychiatrists and twenty-four priests went into hiding.)

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The foreman told the new employee: “Now that you’re hired you’ll spend the rest of your days right here in the plant, and you can go down in the basement and fool around in your pants, or go upstairs and do what ever the hell it is that they do up there.”

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He who can spot the hand up Punch & Judy’s dress — and not smirk — he is a revolutionist.

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In the Old Sorehead’s Bar, this conversation overheard: “The dumb are different from the rest of us.” “Yeah, they out number us!” …(One god’s message to us all: “If you can’t be correct — be pissed.”)

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Then a certain greengrocer with a grin said: “Words will line up to make sense in spite of what man may expect, or local conditions indicate, to wit”, (continued he): “When push came to shove, shove said, ‘Jeeze!, not you again!'” Moral: It’s a good thing that words aren’t alive on their own. 2nd Moral: What’d’ya mean “they’re not”?!!

…..When words and tongues wrestle, astute observers believe the match fixed. …(That’s “astute” like in “ordinary”.)

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From our viewing audience comes this correspondence: “After considering much of what you’ve said I’ve come to the conclusion that even if being silly won’t save you it’ll at least keep you from thinking you should be.” …(He enclosed a financial contribution.)

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And yet another viewer writes: “Where is all this gonna lead?” Where do you wanna go?!

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One of the speakers in city park said, “Humanity is like a metaphorical wolf pack that has lost its leader… which is pretty interesting since allegories don’t have a head.” …(New scientific law just discovered through some telescope: “If we knew where thought came from then we could track it down.”
…[“Keep up the good work,” said the professor, “and be sure and let me know if you ever see any of those twinklin’ things looking back at us.”])

***

On a most splendid and stimulating spring morning, this one primary world suddenly, and magnanimously announced to its secondary charges: “Let all of those without sin go out and sin, if they want to.”

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Legend — (okay, rumor) — has it that in one rebel handbook the subject of “Reform” was found in the Humor Section.

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Were it not for the caboose the train could not run; were it not for the caboose the train could make better time. …(The man says, “I know damn well this is gonna have something to do with the past and man’s memory! — Dammit!”)

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Under city circumstances unconditional glee is a bullet in mid-flight.

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The man said, “Without the mind there IS no fear; without thought — no chance of valor.” (And a human hearing this, again thinks, “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”)

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Several nights ago I mentioned to you a certain creation myth from another reality that said: Once the creatures were made, they were made to speak. And once the creatures could speak the first thing someone said was, “Where’s a mirror?” Well let me tell you the rest of it: As soon as that was said — life handed them one — and everything was off-&-running.

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Finally, after the kingdom’s new “Church Of The Secondary” did get open, on the very first day of services the Grandest Of Grand Priests showed up to lead the people in their first hymn: “Let Us Re-Tar Our Roofs.”

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After hearing the keynote speaker several times unequivocally assure the audience that, “We are all our own best friend,” this one conventioneer stepped out into the hallway and shot himself. (Which, as per the speaker’s views, actually made it a case of murder-suicide.) …(“The only way to beat a two-for-the-price-of-one”,” said a mama squirrel, “is to have a two-for-the-price-of-none. Which,” she added, “is what I believe we have here.”)

…..and a viewer proudly writes: The nice thing about being stupid is that if you do ever get a tumor you’ll never notice it!” …(A bit later Kyroot made this comment: It wasn’t until men realized how things-were-going that they thought up the concept of “history”.)

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During the celebration of the “Grand Confessional March,” one little man said to a bystander: “As undertakers walk before the coffin, as stink precedes the corpse, so too do my thoughts go before my words.” …(A fellow who once stood next to a phone booth once said: “I guess confession could be good-for-the-soul. If you had a soul, and if you had anything worth confessing…. [I guess].)

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Then Kyroot read some more from that reassuring work, “Why Try To Be A Revolutionist Anyway!” (We join him as he begins on page 34): “Who but an idiot tree would even attempt to become ‘un-treed’!” Ahh!, (injected Kyroot, looking up at you from the book), but how about altering the consistency of your sap!
…(The dead insist on, “All or nothing at all.” — [also the dead-in-the-head and those who know what they’re doing.])

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Another viewer writes the show: “I really enjoy your sense of humor, and I’m just wondering — is the revolution the biggest joke of all?” …(And Kyroot said to his secretary: “Be sure and save this one for last tonight, or else just throw it out.”)

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One man, in an attempt to bring antiquity up to date, and turn myth into reality, offered to sell his mind to the Devil, and the Devil said — “You gotta be kidding!”

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The more a system is stretched toward its limit the more it will say it’s not, and the healthier it is. In its own particular way this is true in primary and secondary systems; and true whether realized or not, but making some difference to those who do recognize what’s taking place. …(“That’s what makes the neural revolution so much fun,” said one lad, “since it doesn’t have a home, or anywhere to go you can — and gotta — do it wherever you are anyway.”)

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One man glanced up and said: “The drawers in my desk are like my mind.” And his brother asked, “Then where does the desk itself fit in your mind?” And he replied, “It don’t — it won’t fit! And that’s what’s so exciting and frightening.”
…(Standing by his stall the man said: “I have leather, I have paper, and I have a press.” And a wandering wise man stopped to inquire, “Then pray tell, good sir, why do you not gather together your materials and produce for yourself some fine books?” And the man replied, “Because I am in the business of pressing leathers and papers.” Moral: A wise man out of his own territory may not be as smart as he thought. …[Three judges, four rabbis, and a couple of third base umpires heard this, and all gave it a “thumbs down.”])

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One man cautioned his little brain-kid: “Now don’t you go jumpin’ in the deep end of the gene pool.”

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Standing in the midst of how other-men-live-their-lives, and after examining the conditions carefully, he dismounted and said: “Since I have little-to-lose I believe I’ll lose it here with you people.” …(A chap who used to hang out with himself fairly regularly had this to note: “The thing about hanging out with imbeciles is that you’re never gonna do something that’ll embarrass you, and make you look like a fool.” …[A local man-of-the-cloth heard this and thought, “I’m not even going to think about it!”])

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…and Kyroot, (“de-la-Boogie-Down-And-Sideways-Productions”) said: When it comes to life-in-the-city, no one is keeping score except those who think someone is. …(A chap who sometimes watches our show has this to confide: “I used to feel much more confident back when I was me.”)

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Trying to straighten-out, edit, or improve a revolutionist idea is like trying to catch a lightning-whale in a jar and expecting it to live.

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That sibling tag-team of speakers took over the center soap box in city park a little after three, and the first one whipped this verbal grip on the crowd: “Those who don’t know ANYthing actually know a LOT!” And his brother countered with — “Then where does that leave the REST of us?” And just as they were about to lead the listeners in prayer, their sister suddenly showed up and exclaimed — “I know!, I know!”

…..there was once this one voyager who, when setting out on unchartered waters would, instead of life preservers, carry along buoyant alliterations to see him through. …(And their sister exclaimed, “I know!, I know!”)

***

After having removed a thorn from a lion’s paw, one man frittered away a goodly part of the rest of his life waiting around for some thorn to repay the favor.

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Another shocking case from the files of, “You Better WATCH IT!”: Whenever he’d start to feel bad this one man would do the multiplication tables in his head. Then one day in algebra class he suddenly leaped to his feet, and began to uncontrollably reveal the intimate details of his private life.

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An older rebel told a younger one, “Another difference between an ordinary set of brains and a creative one is that the former will even consider the possibility that its best is already behind it.” …(An old sorehead passing through the woods paused and mused, “That’s the kind of idea that could give you something to ‘live for’…. if you wanted to live.”)

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Also this letter into the Advice Doctor: “Doctor: HELP! — I feel like I’m being pulled apart! It wasn’t so bad when I felt like two, more than I now seem to do.”

…..One guy said to himself: “Okay, we’re all in this together — that is except for me and you.”

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After many days of what they’d pretended was a relentless siege, the warrior chief brought together his council and revealed to them his revelation: “I now see it clearly: We can either be trapped in our skivvies, or cornered in our minds.”
…(Some of those present didn’t seem all that surprised at the alternative.)

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On this other planet one man reached such a singular mental plateau that they named a river after him: They called it, “The Stupid River.” …(A gentleman in our audience says, “I feel quite sure that this means something, but I’m not sure what.”
…[Better, sir — better.])

…..oh yeah: On a world over in yet another galaxy, one day it was announced: “We’ll all be seen for what we are.” And one guy said, “Oh no you don’t I’m gettin’ outta here!” …(And the gent in the audience says: “I think it’s getting a little clearer…”)

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A poet writes us: “It’s almost impossible to be a poet and NOT write about yourself; (at least that’s what I’ve found).”

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…and one of Kyroot’s “talking pictures” up on the far wall said to one & all: “A man’s city-friendly ‘personality’ is like a hole in the pocket of a suit he borrowed, that doesn’t fit, that he can’t get off, and that he can’t recall where he got.”
…(The little frame supporting the scene wants to add this comment: “None of this really matters unless you don’t know about it — and then it matters a lot!”)

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The reason you’ll never find the “Neural Revolution” in anyone’s dictionary is because it’s one of the secondary definitions not listed under the word, “Invisible.”

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One older galaxy told a younger star cluster: “When the dense get confused they always start talking about god. Oh, they change the name from time to time, but it’s always the same; and it’s always a matter that they’re confused and don’t know what else TO talk about.” …(“Zoonkers!,” thought one guy, “then I wonder who GOD talks about when HE gets rattled?!…. US?!?!”)

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At the opening ceremonies the king appeared at the coliseum and declared: “Let those who understand — do so, and let those who do not — not. Now let the games begin!!” — and all the people cried out, “WHAT GAMES???”

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Over in this other universe there is a minor phenomenon known as, “Helpful Reality,” which speaks to a few of the creatures now and then, and it once told a couple of them: “A man with personal problems has too many personals.” …(You can see where the majority wouldn’t have much interest in such things.)

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…and from a correspondent, this: “I enjoy what you talk about on your show, but I continue to have the feeling that you’re holding something back. God only know what it might be! But I still have that feeling.” …(Several hours after you left, Kyroot said: Everyone enjoys talking to themself even if they do it in writing. …[Which, corollarily, brings up the cute question: Which came first, the fiction or the author?
…(Additional sentence: Believe it or not, but there ARE still some fingers who’ll take umbrage at arms and pens getting ANY credit for the words put down.)])

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“I am electrical!” he cried. “And I am chemical!” she replied. “Shall we dance?,” he asked. And said she, “By the time you can ask it is too late to ask.”

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After they die, those who try to live by the collective’s wisdom go wherever the collective WANT them to go. …(“Great Gads!”, groaned a grouper, “It’s hard to be a fish without getting wet.” …[Well what the hell did he think we’ve been partially talking about all this time! …(I do trust you’ll pardon this little outburst. I certainly didn’t intend any insult to our fine aquatic friends, it’s just that sometimes… well, sometimes….)])

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…and Kyroot read the tape and said: On the Wall-Street-Of-Rebels, Futures are traded OF the future. …(Then all the taxi drivers linked arms, began to sway in unison, and sang this neolithic chant:
“Sell short,
Buy long;
Forever here,
Forever gone.”
…[In the world of neural bookkeeping, accounting, and personal measurements: One man’s meter is another man’s mind. …(Thus: It’s almost as inane to laugh at a man’s thoughts as it is his looks.)])

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To the rebel mind all inheritances stink; (but may be unobtrusively used as fertilizer).

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At a certain level it is easier to remember the complex than the simple.

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Only those who don’t know where they came from ever want to go back.

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Myth For The Day — No, “Unbelievable Myth For the Diem”: There was once a universe with thinking creatures who contrived their own secondary world — and who then took it SERIOUSLY?!?!
…(Yes, “Believe It Or Don’t Look At Me”.)

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The man who’d just changed his flat tire in record time told the boy holding the spare lug nuts: “People who discover stuff that don’t mean shit always want to tell everybody else about it.” …(The kid began humming an old Sinatra tune.)

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…and Kyroot admitted: The enthusiasm of the rebel’s mind may not be totally natural. …(“There!”, he said — “Now are you happy?!” And he replied, “Exceedingly so!”)

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Only those laugh who don’t see the joke.