What if You Can’t See That Everything Serious Started as a Hobby?
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08/03/1992
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#1006 Aug 3, 1992 – 1:18
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :19. lo be in power is to play like life is real.
What if you can’t see that everything serious started out as a hobby?
Behind all of the “higher revelations” lies a lamentation, a whining complaint, i.e., what went before is untrue! // Audio-only to :18.
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..and Kyroot said: 92086-(#)
Copyright 1992 J. M. Cox [1006]
If you don’t know how to think you’ll end up thinking about
what other people say you should think about.
***
When it rains, poets get melancholy; and routine gardens
could not survive without a wetness that seems bittersweet.
***
Regarding politics, and the like (noted Kyroot): “Being in
power” is like playing like life is real.
***
One man could look at bricks and make them move; (and on
alternate days they’d do it to him.)
***
None praise the poor but the rich, and the poor with
ambitions; don’t put off dessert waiting for them to apply this
to thinking.
***
In his never ending quest for ever increasing amounts of
modesty and reserve, this one man changed his name to, “Mr.
Handsome,” from, “Mr. Exceedingly Handsome.”
***
The High Priest of one land’s religion said he felt forced
to abandon his office after he’d accidentally overheard their god
refer to answering the creatures’ prayers as “Mercy fucks.”
***
As he pressed through the underbrush he was suddenly struck:
“Neat trash would either be happy trash, or no longer trash at
all.” It is only limited minds who still believe they can ever
“throw something out.”
***
…and from Kyroot — A caution: A man without excuses has
a more difficult time finding occasions where they are needed.
***
…and Kyroot noted: A kid (no longer that much of a kid)
thought: “Stupidity doesn’t sound so bad if you call it
‘inhibitions’.”
***
Everything now serious in the secondary world was once a
hobby.
***
After careful thought, and in spite of his minority
position, this one rebel decided that there was truly no such
word as, “ambivalence.” (On a related subject: Life wants to be
sure that every one has enough words.)
***
…and adjusting his eye visor, Kyroot Fats said: Compared
to the routine pool hall of the mind, revolutionist thinking is
like a billiard table with pockets. …(“Hey!”, complained one
city, “that’s cheating.”)
***
A man just to the right of a doughnut shop was telling
patrons coming and going: “The collective wisdom of a culture is
like unto watered-down calamine lotion sprayed down from crop-
dusters on an itchy populous.”
***
…and Kyroot noted: Once past the age of being “All Growed
Up,” everybody believes that time is running out; (only a few
people actually know whether it is or not).
***
This letter in to the Advice Doctor: “Dear Doctor: Since
all thought is plagiaristic thought, what kind wouldn’t be?” And
the Doctor replied: “How about original?!”
***
The unified and connected nature of life is such that life
cures itself — when it wants to be cured. (At all other times,
the package stores open at nine.)
***
A neighbor from another nearby universe visited Earth, and
made a studied survey of man’s so-called “mystical, and
spiritual” quests, and offers this uncommon observation: “When
ever a human discovers what he calls, ‘The truth’ it’s always in
the form of a complaint; even when not obviously so at first
hearing, behind each of the ‘higher revelations’ lurks a
lamentation.”
***
One guy got to thinking: “If animals could suddenly talk I
wonder what’s the first thing they’d say?…” And he finally
came up with two possibilities; that they’d either say, “This is
neat,” or, “Big deal.”
***
A certain rebel one summer day took his younger brother
aside: “I’m going to tell you something: In a way that the
ordinary cannot understand, for a revolutionist to explain his
life is for him to seriously trivialize it.”
***
A viewer writes: “Although you didn’t ask me, I bet this
neural revolution thing could really take off if you could just
make it sound more critical.” One young fellow recently thought:
“Everything that happens in life actually happens in my head;
…(except for some of that stuff that goes on in Cleveland on
the weekends.)”
***
For advanced thinking, if you intend to shoot a dwarf — aim
for the tree tops. Codicil: Only ordinary minds can waste
ammunition. (Further amplification of the fact that it doesn’t
really matter what a rebel thinks.)
***
Then, just before the DJ played this week’s Number One,
“Big-Blast-From-Everyone’s-Most-Recent-Past,” he read this Public
Service Announcement: “Many people say, ‘If I’m going to be ill
I’d rather be ill at home than in a foreign country,’ and thus
are many travel agents saved from paying additional taxes. And
now — back to the hits!”
***
One man became so abusive to modifiers that he went one
whole day without them thinking of him once.
***
After slaying all of the king’s children, banishing the
remaining kin from the kingdom, destroying all defensive
fortifications, and burning down his library, the rebel said: “I
would hope he gets the message.”
***
A chap over in city park says he’s made up his own original,
personal epigram which proceeds thusly: “Just because a man can
fix his car is no proof that he can take you for a ride.”; but he
says after repeating this to himself several times he’s beginning
to suspect that it may be incorrect in some way.
***
Regarding its spring collection, the House Of Kyroot issued
this press release: Appearances deceive no one. (Even in the
dark a closet knows where its own light switch is.)
***
The composer says: “It’s the song, not the singer.” And
the vocalist says: “It’s the rendition, not the tune.” And a
deity, who was considering writing a holy book, heard this and
thought, “What is a poor god to do!”
***
As he hopped and bopped along, this one guy sang a song:
“All it takes
To make me happy,
Is not to be,
To be unhappy.”
(He admits to being a “simple sort.”)
***
More Kyrootian reports from The Neural Track & Field Trails
now being held in your neighborhood stadium: To fairly run city
races requires that you have a gimpy leg — some where.
***
A parent told their kid: “Probably as good — or even
better — than not talking about your personal affairs is just
not to have any.”
***
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And now for another episode in the continuing day-and-night-
time drama: “Only A Few Can Comprehend The Nature Of ‘Justice’
As Being An Operational Synonym For Plain Wrapped Generic
Reality”: We join the survivors in the life boat as Leftenent
Crouthmire says to Lady Perkins: “They are ill who say they’re
ill, and an integral part of their pleasant discomfort is in
others denying this to be so.” Be sure and tune in again
tomorrow when Her Grace attempts to explain how anyone of the
privileged class could possibly get sea sick on such a small body
of water.
***
Then Kyroot dished out another definition: The civilized:
Those who have rashes only in private, or covered areas where
can’t be seen by commoners. …(Now that’s plain and straight
forward enough! — Why in the world would you want to try and
make something metaphorical out of it!)
***
Regarding the lusts of guerilla styled thinking: A
visionary doesn’t carry condoms. …And as regards its
relentless pursuit: If you don’t enjoy the climatic chase —
don’t come.
***
Then Kyroot presented, “The Housewife’s Guide To Cosmology
And Origins-Theory”: Today’s excerpt comes in the form of a
question: Where do you throw dirt when you want to get rid of
it?
***
A viewer asks: “Regarding your saying that, ‘Those most
likely to know would be least likely to tell’ — why would this
be so?” Simple — Those who know know it’s useless to tell.
***
One day, after they’d been together for a while, this one
man’s revolutionist style thinking spoke to him: “I’ve been
known by many names, but you can just call me ‘Ubiquitous’.”
(They became fast buddies everywhere they went — and they went,
everywhere.)
***
A mother centennial told her decadal progenies: “Those who
purport to teach the ‘will of the gods’ attempt to put men into
holy war machines of such a nature that whenever they’re not in
pursuit of foes they tend to turn on their own passengers.”
***
From “The Creative Thinker’s Tip Sheet”: If you’ll spare
any expense you’ll ultimately spare all expense. (In the fourth
race you might care to take special note of a filly by the name
of, “Why Buy Anything That Doesn’t Cost Anything And Which
Doesn’t Exist Anyway?!”; [I won’t further distress you by
mentioning her present odds.])
***
Then just about then — (you mean, now?!) — yes, just about
now, the exorcised, Exercise Doctor made this sudden, unexpected,
on-sight diagnosis: “When your estrogen and testosterone quit
caring — you quit caring — unless you do something about it —
either in the city or somewhere else.”
***
The professor in professor’s clothing stated: “In the arts
you can recognize a particular style by its use of the
appropriate cliches.” And a silent student mused: “Same with
thoughts — same with thinking.”
***
The fictitious interrogation of the rebel leader went like
this: “Just what is this ‘revolution’?” “Something I made up.”
“There is no more to it than that?” “Nothing.” “Then why did
such a sizeable number of people seem to enjoy it so much?”
“Because I did, and because of their own nervous systems.” “And
you swear there is no more to it than this?” “Yes.” “And you’re
not lying to this Committee?” “Yes.” “Wait! — Your Honor, what
did he mean just then?…Can we have the stenographer read back
his reply?…I’m getting confused…I’m not sure what his real
answer was…” And so such matters have always gone in “that”
world. — (Hey, it’s just fiction.)
***
Then — in the climatic scene, Kyroot and the all-Kyroot-
choir belted out the rousing, closing number: “Being Alive Is
Just A Hobby.”
***
Those not ready to consider their intellectual lack of
effort are most often inclined to instead dwell on perceived
“moral lapses;”…(much easier and cheaper.)
***
Pulling together all of his combines, this one man made this
combined mental effort: “A man’s mind is either the world’s
funniest tour guide, or else a most disagreeable, uncouth
cannibal laying in wait.”
***
If ordinary minds could discover a real ending to a sentence
they would also find it to be highly discourteous. …(“As is so
often the case around here,” said Star-Bright, “it’s probably
just-as-well, just-as-well.”)
***
The warden of one city institution cautioned his young son:
“It’s not nice to ask a man locked into himself, ‘What kind of
birds don’t fly?’”
***
…then Kyroot de la Aesop came on the scene and added his
little bit: To a dog, turning around is magic; …but come to
think of it, so it is for a man also.
***
The weak appear stronger, and the dense are, by calling down
the wrath of their neighborhood on overwhelming foes.
***
Since no death is the proper death for a revolutionist, it
is left to him to officiate at his own funeral.
***
Another translation of the inaudible gases passing through
city sewers: Playing like you’re concerned keeps you from
actually having to be.
***
A viewer writes the show: “Dear Kyroot: My cousin says
you’ve already answered this before, but I did not hear it, so
let me ask: If, when you say, kid, king, god, city, and so
forth, you really mean something else, then what do you say when
you actually mean, a kid, a king, god, or a city?” Sir: The
same as you — I just say the same thing. (And the viewer
thinks: “I feel like I was supposed to get something special
from that, but I think I missed it…”)
***
A man willing to rest on anything he thought, said, or wrote
five years ago, is no rebel — and is badly in need of a place to
lean.
***
The notions of gods, and/or “objective morality” is tomorrow
attempting to indicate standards for the future, while noting
that the present never has any. If the “right-now” had any value
it would not always be forced to leave — now would it.
***
Today’s exotic bird call is:
The jungles are full of pygmies,
And men are full of jungles.
(And from the urban skyscrapers arose the tortured cry: “Is
there no way out?!”; and a reply replied: “Where do you want to
go?” “Oh, no where.”)
***
If ordinary thinking could truly “learn from its own human
experience,” it would require that there be those of kindergarten
age who could study quantum mechanics, and who could instantly
live to be several hundred years old. One rebel said, “Boy I’m
glad my mind’s not ordinary!” And his mind replied, “What choice
did you have!” Post script: An irritating addendum is a rebel’s
addendum.
***
The root of a man’s tongue is connected to a part of his
body yet to be discovered.
***
For the continued pleasure of creative, rebellious thinking,
infinity is too close — tomorrow, too far away.
***
To a rebel’s neural eye, useful info has no front or rear —
only a profile. (If it’s coming or going — it’s garbage.)
***
Original thinking can afford one to dance without the sound
of external music.
***
Only a real artist doesn’t care — and truth is, he cares a
lot.
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