Jan Cox Talk 0996

Being Ordinary Is Like Being in World’s Largest Cult

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#996 Jul 10, 1992 – 1:24 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :30. Everybody is in on the secret, but only the Neural Revolutionist wants to talk about it. Neural Revolutionist thinking is not further away than the distance between your ears. The ordinary always believe it to be far, far away in time and/or space. The Secondary Level World is Life allowing man to get right up to the starting line of Neural Revolutionist thought, but never past it. 

Audio-only: civilization is just “crowd control”; humans, having brains, are harder to herd than elk. 

Being ordinary is like being in the world’s largest cult. 

Indirect threats create the greatest unease. Neural Revolutionist thoughts make no direct. threats. 

The Neural Revolutionist is the time/space between each of Life’s picking up and putting down of its feet in the dance step.


The News

Hello, and welcome to our show. ———– Surprise!!

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The ordinary mind’s intellectual progress is like an army being led by a general at-the-rear.

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One man notified himself in advance that he’d be over later with some “serious” questions.

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…and Kyroot noted: Not only do the civilized “know their place,” they’ll also bring along their own whips, chains, and head-cuffs.

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As opposed to ordinary, sequential people, the revolutionist’s answer is always the same — it’s the questions that keep changing.

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…then Kyroot offered up more notes regarding “intellectual, urban etiquette”: In the city, friend and foe alike will say — “Stay a little longer.”

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In some locales there’s little difference between knowing what you’re doing, and not; and before you ask me, “Where?” let me ask you where you’re from.

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The P. O. W.’s were offered a choice: Either be executed, repent, or give up their memory. …(The way to escape is easier than you think; the stickier question is, “From what?”)

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A city with two left feet can’t dance.

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Jumping up and down vigorously in a cleared spot in the park, this man was shouting: “Don’t give me this crap about how ‘the dumb shouldn’t lead the dumb’ — who else are they gonna get?!!”

There are no such things as secrets. …then Kyroot clarified: There are really no such things as secrets.

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The buses run on time! That’s their job! Man’s is to clock them as either being early or late.
…..and Kyroot added: Time is to mind as flypaper is to you-know-what.

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The tiny billboard near mid-town tinily proclaimed: “Those in city races, with fashionable confidence in their goals, need no brakes on their sneakers.”

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Trying to explain a secondary activity is like swimming through peanut butter. …(“Yeah, but you’re SUPPOSED to talk about those kind of things!” “Hey! Not only ‘supposed to’ — but GOT TO!” “Yeah, that’s what I meant to say; but what’s the point?” “Hey! There’s not one — but it got us talking about it.”) …A gentleperson in our audience notes: “As is so often the case in these Kyrootian affairs, I almost think I ‘get-the-point’ while I almost think I don’t.”)

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A smirk in mid-flight contemplates returning home.

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In regards to that recent Kyrootian-fact that said: “EVERYbody suspects what’s going on,” consider further: Not unclose does man’s ordinary mind stand to the revolutionary part thereof, and not improperly does religion, the arts, politics, sports, (and so on in the city) serve in part to distract the routine part just enough to keep it from going any further; just enough that men will turn their head away at the Revolution’s Pale Line, and look away — look away — mainly back.

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One man put a meter on his mind, and every time he had a thought he didn’t like he’d charge himself a dollar. (He never paid up.)

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One ole man told all of his kids: “Being secretly in love with yourself won’t remain a secret long,” and one nipper asked, “Is that because no one else cares?”

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Two guys sitting on a public bench (or maybe that’s “beach,” well, anyway) and they’re talking and one of them says: “To me, my burgeoning thoughts are like sightless little baby possums.” And the second guy says, “And you’re like the attentive mama possum hovering over them.” And first guy replies: “No, more like an out-of-control, eighteen wheeler bearing down on them.”

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Hopeful Health Tip from Hopalong Kyroot: Having little mini-strokes throughout the day can make it seem like you have more time than you actually do.

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After hearing some contemporary reflections of the revolution one man said: “When I was young and frustrated I longed to find something like this; but now that I’m older and tired, it doesn’t seem to mean that much.” I know, sir, that’s why life had you “young and frustrated” then, and “old and tired” now.

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Conversation: “One guy put really STRANGE things in his brain.” “What were they?” “I don’t want to talk about it.”

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The Advice Doctor received this letter: “Dear Doctor: If there is no sense to ordinary thought — then why worry about it.” (Since the sentence ended with a period, the Doctor did not reply.)

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One man’s latest disorderly discovery (in a philosophical sense): “The downfall of one’s automobile can bring the revolution to a screeching halt.” …(I can just see life beaming with pride over another faithful creature. …[From our audience a man asks: “Wouldn’t it be cheaper just to be all-out, all-the-time just as mad and pissed as you wanna be rather than trying to think-more and be a revolutionist? Wouldn’t it be easier and cheaper?” Certainly …(and more natural, too.)])

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Everybody’s in on the secret, but only a revolutionist cares to talk about it.

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“Quick!” the little kids and the old men cried, “Quick! Let’s go over that way — they’re gonna give out prizes to anyone who can do something unnatural.”

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Once the scores were totalled it turned out that nobody had won; but by then it didn’t matter, everyone had already left the field. …(and Kyroot privately reminded the troops: “There’s no propriety in ever telling the ordinary that something normal in everyday life “doesn’t matter.”)

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After many years in his position, the vice-mayor of this one city one day sat and thought: “If I stay, I know it’s trouble, but if I LEAVE, it could be double.”

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…and this item from Kyroot’s note pad: Once the cows were in control, their first act was to ban indoor plumbing.

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A man wonders: “If the edge of everything is also the border of something else, then where does this situate doubt and ignorance??… …and worse than that — why are they there?”
…(“Ask not for whom the bell tolls — thou art the bloody bell.”)

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The king does not care whether you drive a Pontiac or an Oldsmobile, so long as he is General Motors. …(I’m sorry, did I say “the king”? — Well, I meant “life,” of course.)

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The simplistic always want to dance real fast.

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One rebel said that he was “so pleased to be here” that he was damn-near actually here. …(But don’t you count on it.)

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“Heart break” means little to a man with good books, fine wine, faithful friends, and no heart. …(P.S.: Neither does “cerebral cloudiness” to those with standard-issue intelligence.)

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…and Kyroot called time for a “Reprise”: Being ordinary is like being in the world’s largest cult.

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Speaking softly, so as to not cause civilization to overhear him, one man tells us: “It seems to me that the secondary world wouldn’t even exist if men weren’t already bored out of their ever-active skulls!” …(The driver in car “17” [as he entered the far turn] thought to himself: “I wonder if life really likes it when people think stuff about it that actually makes sense?…”)

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…..the evil, anti-twin-brother of Columbus Vespucius Magellan pondered: “Who will run the risk of not taking storms seriously in that it might make them even more dangerous?…”

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…..”Remember,” said the invisible good twin of Cliff’s Notes, “if you know just how to snore in class they’ll never call on you!”

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…and Kyroot asked: What kind of creativity and originality does it take to be a poet who can discover melancholy and disappointment in human affairs?

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One mother’s advice to the offsprings: “Always imagine that others are smarter than you think they are, and remember that whenever you forget to do this, you’re dumber than you ever imagined them to be.” …(Later, one of the kids muttered,
“I d-o-n-t LIKE IT! But then again I don’t like being in a Kyroot that features women as the central figure, either.”)

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A man with an “upset stomach” may not want to ride the bus, but it sure won’t stop him from offering to drive.

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Just as tyranny and taxation must ultimately fall on the three primary “S’s” of sustenance, shelter, and sex, freedom is derived from the fourth one of “speech” and thought. …(A correspondent writes: “I can tolerate metaphors, except when they make me want to think more.”)

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For further edification one man states: “Only partially not-knowing-what’s-going-on is better than not knowing what’s going on at all!”

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The religious want to believe that it’s all true; the philosophers that none of it is; the kings that the people stay busy debating it and leave them in peace, while the revolutionist, having long and deeply studied the matter, goes searching for some James Brown CD’s on sale.

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…then, spitting in the dirt, while kicking one of the cement blocks jacked up on blocks in the front yard, Kyroot said: Life has enough room to let everybody just hang out, but sufficient ambition to make most feel as though they shouldn’t.

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Man’s notion of new information resembles a dancer with corns in a different spot.

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A speaker in city park cried out to the crowd: “Men who believe they have some sort of ‘serious mission’ in life have either a tumor or severe hemorrhoids…which (operationally speaking), are the same.” …(“But — Ah hah!” countered another man, “Having a ‘mission-in-life’ can be less expensive than being a drunk or a junkie!” [Well, yeah — it “can” be.])

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…and Kyroot noted: If you settle for accepting the serious attitude of the collective, be prepared to stay spasmodically peeved. …(As jackals won’t move without fleas, neither the ordinary mind without irritants.)

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Even the silent have something to say, just before they die.

…..”Why wait?!” the man exclaimed, “If you have a phone — why wait?! Even if you have an address — why wait?! If you have a watch, or a food processor, or a water bed, or a motorboat — why wait?!”

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An older rebel sergeant told some young troops, “Just because life doesn’t want to think about it doesn’t mean YOU don’t!”

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To make his neighbors uneasy this one man carried a porcupine around in his pants.

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Standing atop a present difficulty, he raised himself to his full stooped, upright position and declared: “Three dimensional existence is a trap!” And height, breadth, and width all replied, “Don’t look at us!”

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Those who only read and entertain the ideas of others are like the scrub team of real intellectual play; necessary, but still second string.

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One man said: “I don’t think I’m actually as dumb as I am; I think maybe I just have a tumor.” And his tumor replied, “Hey, don’t look at me!”

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A man asks: “Could you say that the neural revolution is kind of like a ‘mental tune-up’?” — Try “overhaul”!

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One man had a back-up-plan, which he ways is doubly interesting, since he didn’t have an up-front one to begin with.
…(And the fighter squadron circled back over the field as with their exhaust they spelled out this cheer:
“‘Doubly’ indeed,
My Captain Tweed;
Shall we stay and die?
Or live as we secede.”)

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The difference between fatalism and the specific use of the intellect as a tool to take the measure of the secondary world is the distinction between the passive and the active.

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One guy’s thought: “My thought-question is…” — (okay, one guy’s thought-question) — “My thought-question is: If you can’t be happy in mid-flight, when can you be?!” Moral: No matter where you are in a secondary life situation, you’re half way through.

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The world is made up of right-handers and left-handers, and you can throw your support to either group you choose — but do note that they’re both controlled by a single seat of authority.

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“Creation Myth — Universal Exacto”: From an improbable height man fell an unmeasurable distance. …(The human intellect is the only system that can see violet whilst speeding toward red. …[“Say, look, up there, just ahead: Is that Eden, the future, or just my own tail lights?”])

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In the city one man stood and loudly declared: “My respect for tradition and ancient wisdom stops at the end of my stomach and sex organs: That also goes for all my friends and everybody else in the world around here.”

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Everyone who is serious about life in a certain way has a small, invisible brain tumor. …(And from our audience someone inquires: “Should this worry me?” Why ask me, sir — ask the tumor; it can speak — you talk to it all the time.)

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As he stood deep in the quiet forest, carefully listening to life’s secret messages, he began to softly sing to himself:
“I think perhaps
I’ll never see,
Addendums not writ
By you or me.”
Trees are (perchance) the final word on lumber.

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To make his own personal life more interesting (if not tolerable), this one man began to think of it as him simply “being in a play.” (But he got really bad reviews and closed quickly.)

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Though once a lifetime may satisfy a routine philosopher, the revolutionist seeks a “Eureka!” minute by minute.

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A man writes the Advice Doctor: “Dear Doctor: Have all the really great thoughts already been thought?” Dear Sir: For those who ask such questions — yes.

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One man had several specific theories regarding the purpose of human existence; yet none of them were of the size to comfortably fit the feet of a fat bricklayer.

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As the debate raged, Speaker A declared: “Kings don’t drive buses!” To which B countered: “But yes they do! They just disguise themselves.” And debater A asked, “As what?” And B replied, “I’m not allowed to say.” …(Sociological footnote: Touch-debating is no longer as popular as rugby.)

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Under justifiable circumstances, a rebel who’ll stoop low enough to criticize, carp, or complain has stooped too low — (plus he needs to throw out the word “justified” from sentences like this, like he was told to when he first came here).

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When only two of the trio seem to show up, the music will still go on, but what the people hear is not actually what’s being played.

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One man says: “Life’s ‘Quantity Fairness Act’ is such that even those with little teeny brains are still allowed to produce copious amounts of written and spoken words.” …(He says he’ll “say no more” on the subject least he, too, fall into the same quagmire.) …As the Blue & Yellow team ran onto the field, all of the players were happily singing:
“Quagmire — quagmire,
Who’s got the quagmire?
Quagmire — quagmire,
We IS the quagmire.”
…(I tell you folks: If honesty counted for anything in sports, these guys’d stay at the top of their division.)

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Creativity in the revolutionist sense is being able to do almost any dance step that no one is presently doing on the ballroom floor without any trace of criticism or self-righteousness.

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As he gazed lovingly at the history of his future he cooed: “As sure as blood-flows-uphill, I’ll come running-back-to-you.”
…(One guy told himself: “Don’t you dare say, ‘They just don’t write ’em like that any more.'”)

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Late one night as some rebels were sitting around a campfire and someone had apparently slipped something “funny” into Kyroot’s coffee, he said: “As life dances its two-step, the revolution is like the time-&-space between its lifting of one foot and its setting it back down again in a new spot.”

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In certain areas of the goo field the sound of thunder can always be heard — just over the horizon.

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…and Kyroot ladled out this seeming conundrum without gravy: A rebellion with no enemy cannot exist: Neither can a revolution with one identified. …(And Kyroot said to himself: “I’m glad you said ‘seeming’ conundrum!” And he replied, “Well what else the hell did you expect me to say!”)

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…and that old nautical barkeep, Kyroot, noted: The flimsiness of man’s serious concerns is matched only by the ocean’s ability to shake a good martini. …(“A History”: After the “fall of speech” — religion; after the “decline of belief” — civility; and from it all — seriousness, and after THAT?! — who knows. “The End” — [like in, “In your dreams!”])

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A person writes: “I find it most curious that you call this kind of activity a ‘neural revolution,’ and while I find the ideas extremely interesting it is yet my own mind that keeps me from making greater use of them. Is that not weird and ‘curious’ indeed?!!” Sir, why do you think I CALL it a “neural” uprising!
…(The thing about some things the mind is faced with is that it just can’t face them. …[The elder shouted at his younger, “No son of MINE is going to call a rock a ‘rock’!”])

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Life doesn’t mind people getting up real close; it doesn’t even mind if they get up to the Starting Line; in fact it wants them to get that close — but no-o-o closer! …(One man surmises: “This revolution-thing seems to be too much fun to actually amount to anything serious.”)

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One kid said to his keeper: “Pop, it seems to me that a man who expects more of other people than he expects of himself expects a lot.” And the old man replied: “Yes, and don’t his suit fit nice.”

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