Everything Must Be Explained–Or It Won’t Operate
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#1041 Oct 26, 1992 – 1:25
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :53. Local : Universal :: Captivity : unknown freedom.
Everything in the Secondary Level World must be explained or it won’t operate; nothing is self-evident. Cf. the Primary Level World.
The Secondary Level World is not about freedom, whereas in the Primary Level World freedom would be suicide. Thus the Local dreams of a Universal that never was. The Neural Revolutionist forges a new dream in the midst of local dreams. Audio-only :25.
One man was in constant contact with his brain.
…..and Kyroot added: Okay, for all you sophisticates and
would-be intellectuals: One man was in constant contact with his
mind. …(It’s really kind of pathetic how easily some can be
pleased — at no profit to them.)
Words can reveal a lot — once you understand their purpose
There are places in every universe where time controls
In certain quarters an abundance of hormones can compensate
for a paucity of talent. …(in certain quarters, matey.)
The collective area of man’s nervous system would caution
him: “Remember: There is safety in the herd — in the primary
world — in our institutions, our shared beliefs and wisdom —
and in a place where acts and facts no longer fight one another
sufficient to disturb my rest.” He would then congratulate
himself on his continuing insight, and lay down for a nap.
As is normally manifest: Individuality is like rain on the
The rebel reconnaissance instructor told some troops:
“There are those far away who attempt to send signals.” And a
recruit asked: “Should we take them personally?” And the
officer replied: “Now there is the question!”
A guy suddenly addressed some other guys: “What would a
real rebel really have to be mad about?!” And one of the guys
thought: “Boy! that pisses me off!”
One man accidentally had an original idea — he assures us
he won’t let it happen again!
…and a Kyrootian note on — City food: The sandwiches
they serve are the sandwiches they served. * A fast is a
metaphor for not eating. *
One man thought that if he had important books he might have
important thoughts; he later believed that if he had important
thoughts he’d then have important thoughts; when he finally got
to where he knew what was going on he undertook the proper effort
of trying to actually have some thoughts.
The nervous system wants to play ball.
The lungs of the secondary provide their own air. Only a
peach grove can produce peaches, but any human vineyard can yield
whatever’s needed. Thus it is that a revolutionist isn’t much
concerned over whatever it is he learns, or learns from, since
it’s all about the same.
Words that floated in: The belief! — The belief that life
was somehow predictable.
…and Kyroot remarked: One man said: “What I like about
being interviewed is that it gives me a chance to talk about me.”
And he all agreed.
…and Kyroot, the ole urban planner, said: One way streets
preclude perfection — but assure survival.
“Keep in mind,” said an ole man to the kid, “in life,
promises were meant to be promises.”
More of Kyroot’s Battle Lore: One man kept his plans in his
Cities tend to enforce strict intellectual dress codes for
the citizens; which is part of civilization’s strength in that
then among the collective, even the weakest individual link is no
longer as weak as he would be individually. A no doubt agreeable
and ever-recyclable, exciting fall fashion line-up for most, but
one always a bit too drab and unrevealing for a neural artist.
And Kyroot relayed this, conversation: “All chemicals have
a voice.” “Yeah, but why do they all have to talk at the same
time — in me?!”
And now: Our Thought For The Old Day: Into each life some
hormones must fall. One local reality found this reminder
written in on its calendar for Friday: Man is like a corn field
— you gotta shuck him real-l-l good.
…and, “The Get Right To It Man” said: “Okay, here’s what
you do: If you don’t have any talent — get some!” (One
listener’s hormones said: “Don’t you listen to him!”)
If you can pare a good idea from thirty words down to twenty
— why stop there.
…..one man says that most modifiers are used by sissies with
tumors to “cover up.”
Institutions have no where to go — which is why they’re so
accommodating to man-the-passenger. One ole man advised the kid:
“Whenever you come across a bus that has a welcoming committee
and a band on board, tighten up your own shoe laces and make a
unilateral run for it.” Semi-Conscious & Sane City Based Moral:
Over here — any one who’d be your friend ain’t your friend.
…(And remember, friends: A true revolutionist is never
discouraged or upset by mere words, or the mere truth.)
As the local appears to break up and speed away from itself,
the universal becomes more stable and coherent.
From the audience comes this letter: “Dear Kyroot: My
sister says that some time back — on the air — you stated as a
fact that you were not a comedian — was that a joke, or
Two of the several forces that ran this one reality were
sitting around talking one day, and one of them said: “You
realize that we’re in a mortal battle for men’s souls?!” And the
second one replied: “Get real!”
The mark of a true rebel is that he thinks more than he is
City, “Inspirational Thought For The Day”: If you keep your
eyes on the collective horizon you don’t have to contemplate your
own ugly feet. Anyone who doesn’t believe that the secondary
world looks after its own is living in a mail bag. Then
suddenly! — all out-of-order, and everything — a fellow leaps
in to say: “Why? — Why? would anyone who lives in the city need
inspiration?” He asked, “Why?” several more times, then fell
silent and reflective, then said: “Never mind.”, and left.
The fortified castle, with the protective moat, started out
as a metaphor for “thinking man,” but after a while, man thought:
“I don’t need a metaphor like this,” and left: But after a while
away, thinking-man reconsidered his position and thought:
“Perhaps I was too hasty…”
During the seventh inning stretch an ole man told the kid:
“Anyone who you believe has made a fool out of you deserves to be
Another one of those guy’s latest theories: “Making plans
is like drawing cartoons on salt water.” The following may be
true: “You can tell ‘one of those guys’ by the fact that he has
‘one of those brains’.” Life gave man mirrors to save him the
…..”Effort?!”, exclaimed one dictionary, “Effort?! — I’ll
tell you about human effort: One man would grunt when there was
nothing to grunt about! …(Hah! — ‘effort’ my Aunt Clara’s bed
pan!)” Postulate In Waiting: A testy book is a meaningful book.
…(And an alert city critic pronounced: “Wait-no-more, you
hearty postulate you!”)
One rebel student quit reading — he said it weighed him
down and held him back.
The difference between cyanide and cynicism is the cost. A
viewer writes: “If I didn’t truly believe that deep in his heart
a revolutionist is just as pissed as everyone else, I’d quit
watching your damned show.” Song-Without-End; Call-With-No-
Response; Question-With-No-Answer, and Quiz-Without-A-Prize:
What is a tv show, or any other entertainment, a metaphor for? —
…(Only a rebel knows!, and he is the song-without-end, quiz-
One man wrote his own autobiography with the help of no one
The king, in many lands, in conjunction with local,
secondary reality, often announces: “The time to be ill is now
— the time to get well…well — you just never mind that.”
…..additional Captor’s Update: The sick don’t need chains.
…and even more Jailer’s News: Even the imaginarily sick
A man says: “I had just begun to get accustomed to these
shoes when I turned on your program.”
And now a segment of life, entitled, “Life”: The manager of
the campaign’s main job was to constantly announce: “No one is
managing this campaign.” — (that, and keep an eye out for
From over near you comes one man’s latest definition:
Morality: An extreme cover-up of insanity. (His brother however
has an alternative version: Morality: An extreme form of
insanity.) …I guess this being Oz, and it being Tuesday, you
can take your choice.
From the desk of Kyroot: Another torted, complex example of
the birth, re-birth, and re-birth of the more complex, torted
life of man and his mind: Just as hormones cause a man’s dog to
come over to be petted, so do his words eventually drive him back
to his own canine corner. One guy scoffed: “Ahh, those old
tales don’t bother me; I don’t worry about me starting to look
like my dog — I am my dog!”
On his private blackboard a kid began to write: “Serious
people are happy people…no, make that: Serious people are
normal people — yes, and furthermore: Serious people need
serious occupations.” (He laid down the chalk.)
A rebel musician’s main axe is his mind.
Official, Underground Physics combined with Trans-Galactic
Psychology (or something like that): When the physical world is
stretched too far it will either snap, or snap-back — and in
either case, usually some new secondary stuff is produced. A
chap reflects: “I do so love the world of science — It’s
like…well, it’s like fairy tales in a corset — and I just love
“Okay, boys & girls — let’s play: ‘Let’s Talk To Ourselves
Or Somebody Else'”: First Talker: “The revolutionist mind
doesn’t need anything to protect it.” Second: “And why is
that?” First Talker: “Simple! — cause nothing can.” “Okay,
girls & boys — who wants to play: ‘Let’s Pretend To Commit
Suicide On Ourselves, Or Somebody Else’?”
Some one writes: “Dear Advice Doctor: Is there any real
difference between being civilized and being stupid?” Dear Sir:
Can you picture the distinction between a real live race horse,
and a fine oil painting of one wearing sun glasses for blinders?
…Yeah; some one else recently wrote and asked: “Dear Advice
Doctor: Why the hell do they call you ‘Advice’ when so many of
your responses are themselves in the form of questions?” …And
privately to himself the Doctor thought: “Who the hell does he
think he is!”
…and Kyroot mentioned: One man’s quote of the day:
“History is too expensive.”
Instead of speaking, the speaker-in-the-tree threw down this
note to the crowd: “The concerns of the stupid are ‘stupid
concerns’.” One of those below mulled this for a moment then
thought: “Who does he think we are?! — a group photo of the
Obvious Clan?!” Zoo-o Rhetori-o Footnote: Many modifiers
started out as scorpions. A Big-K. Toe Tickler: The reason we
never receive any complaints from the Verbal Lobby is that they
know they’ll have the last word!
And now for another example of those, “Fascinating Twin-
Truths”: A man’s best friend is always himself; a man’s best
friend is always somebody else. In local affairs more people
will some times say they’re fascinated then actually are — and
sometimes, less — and that causes it all to balance out just
A viewer writes: “When I first started watching your show
it sounded more aggressive to me than it does now; what gives?”
One man discovered foot prints in his house — but decided
to say nothing.
New And Improved Creation Myth: On the first day, local
reality created itself; and two hours later, a critic of itself.
“Yes sir-ree Bob-&-Bill,” said the old farmer to his faithful
mule, “it takes a real man — or reality, to crack itself in the
knee with a two by four and then smile about it.”; (His plowing
companion understood well how all forward movement requires the
breaking, and tossing of new ground.)
Note from Kyroot: When he didn’t know exactly what to say
this one man would often substitute something else. And
everybody said: “Hey, he’s talking about us.”
A concerned correspondent sends you this info that he says,
“They don’t want you to know!”: Some city institutions contain
drugs. A perky proctor whacked his stick and stated: “First kid
that says: ‘Well that explain a lot!’ — gets his face slapped.”
Another way to look at the difference is that strictly human
enterprises must always be explained.
The question & answer game between them went like this:
“What could be easier than laughing at man?” “Taking him
seriously?”ù “What??…” “Oh! — I thought you asked what could
…and a viewer, holding on, if not over, from our last show
says: “I don’t have to guess! — I know who’s behind Door Number
Two — me!”
…..and Kyroot said: Okay — Corollary: Everybody’s behind
Door Number Two. Okay, okay (said Kyroot), the competitive,
“Comprehensive Corollary”: If it weren’t for man there’d be no
Number Two Door.
Routine progress in the city is in either praising, or
kicking the past; which is why you can’t really tell which way a
rebel’s actually headed. Local conditions will tolerate a few
wild-cat trains just so long as they don’t try to take over any
When it got to be eighty-one degrees that day, a man told
his cousin: “If you cut up the life of man into enough different
pieces, and examine them from enough different directions, and
then put them all back together, you can end up with something
that’ll make Frankenstein’s monster seem as seamless as a bowling
ball.” And stepping gingerly out of the shadows by Lane Number
Four is that ole sorehead again who whispers: “Family is so that
you don’t have to lie and mislead perfect strangers.”
…..one man discovered some unexpected relatives hiding quietly
in an undisturbed corner of his closet.
…..and Dr. K. said: Talking hormones invented the idea of
history so that genetics could pretend to have left.
…and from the shelves of, “Kyroots R Us” comes this: New
Intergalactic Theological Space Game-Quiz-Trivia-Definition:
God: The supreme self-reference. Round Two: The Secondary
World: What you talk about when you don’t know what to talk
about. Round Three: An Ordinary Life: What you live when you
don’t know what else to do.
The private tutor the mayor hired for his son told the lad:
“If you’ll talk about yourself enough, other people will also
start to talk about you — and even if they don’t, it won’t
matter.” The kid inwardly puffed and smiled: “Boy!, I’m a real
chip off the old chip.”
The primary world makes the primary go round, and the
secondary, the secondary; but what drives a rebel?
More of “Kyroot’s Rebel Wood Lore”: Once the pigeons know
where the bird food is their calls home become less frequent.
One man said: “Pigeons don’t live in the woods.” And one man is
an idiot. And a viewer asks: “Then what does that make two
men?” Yes — More of “Kyroot’s Wood Lore” spread all-l-l around.
The secondary world is not about freedom, and in the
primary, such would be suicide. (Thus the local dreams of a
universal that never was.)
…..and Kyroot sailed on: Thus the local dreams of a universal
that never was, while the revolutionist in its midst forges a new
One observer notes: “You know, it sounds really strange,
but it’d have to be that the ultimate ‘human institution’ would
be one that never referred to man.” He walked away shaking his
head, smiling and musing: “It can’t be, but it’s gotta be.” We
could, of course, refer him back to that earlier Kyroot of
tonight which noted that all strictly secondary, that is, human
enterprises must always be explained…(we could).
An ole man told the kid: “Even though local reality is not
all it’s cracked-up to be, it is cracked-up enough to keep an
ordinary man knee deep in unicorn sweat for sixty odd years.”
A correspondent writes: “My mother who’s been watching your
show and thinking about the things you talk about says she’s now
almost totally convinced that revolutionist thinking might
actually take you somewhere, other than just figuratively
…..and another letter from a viewer: “A neighbor told me that
several weeks ago on your show you said that for Kyroots that
seemed too short we could write in and get a longer edition sent
to us.” …and Kyroot said: You might care to note that as
regards such matters as: The postal service, libraries,
museums, prisons, sports teams, and so on — things that seem to
be a metaphor started out as something else — and, everything
that starts out as something else eventually becomes a metaphor.
(Such also, could this be considered a brief history of the
sensual dance between the universal and your friendly local.)
The local is like a bucket bringing up the universal sun
from a well. …and Kyroot added: If it would help in grasping
this, take a sip like this: “The local is like a bucket bringing
up the universal sun from a well” — and one man said: “I am a
One ole synapse told a younger one: “It is the looking-
over-the-shoulder that creates the shoulder.”
A rebel sarge told some recruits: “No matter how smart you
are, the dumbest thing you can talk about is you.” True
mutineers develop a whole new understanding of what a “you”
…and Kyroot, and Kyroot said: Everyone’s a pathological
liar — except “pathological’s” not the right word.
Entry from “The Distinguished Farmer’s Almanac & Dictionary
For All Seasons”: Humility: The apologetic smell of shit.
…and Kyroot noted: The first line to come to us from a
certain future generation is this: “When shall we think — if
not now.” …and: The non-existent, Pro Revolutionist Society
says we cannot too often remind you that there is a difference
between thinking, and your brain-running.
The local is to the universal as captivity is to unknown
For “Show And Partially Tell” day at school, one kid wore a
sign on his head that said: “Fewer ideas of dead guys.” …(His
ole man carries a card with him that says: “Fewer ideas of any
Some more of Kyroot’s descriptions and definitions that you
should probably keep well under your hat: A revolutionist:
Someone who enjoys and pursues the revolution. A real
revolutionist: Someone who doesn’t take it personally. The Rara
Avis Society has just issued and all-points-lookout. The
mythical, Mary-&-The-Lamb Lobby notes: “It’s hard-d-d not to
take chemicals personally — …not to even mention electrical
As he drove through the interchange of the city’s outer
beltway, the man speculated to himself that a real revolutionist
would be a man whom you never hear say: “It hurts when I do
No matter how reasonable or applicable, a revolutionist
should never use an explanation already used by the collective.
From the Big Blue Book Of Kyroot comes this “Insider’s Myth
Not To Be Mythed”: Once upon a time far away, one day a rebel
stopped and thought: “You know — I’ve either lost track, or
else they’ve subtly changed the subject on me while I wasn’t
For a while he read; then he pondered the thoughts of
others; then he learned to do it all for himself.
Past a certain point, there is only one real sight worthy-
to-see: A nervous system — trying to go it alone.