Jan Cox Talk 1570

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1570    (96036)     03/25/96
Copyright J. M. Cox 1996


One day, life and local conditions on this one world
got to drinkin’ and foolin’ around,
and, as it popped another beer, life said,
“You want me to tell you something about men and thinking?”
And conditions, of course, nodded that it did, and life went on,
“Men wouldn’t recognize ‘individual thought’ if it
rolled up in their yard on an aircraft carrier.”
And although local conditions laughed along at the comment,
such things, coming from life, in truth,
always made it extremely uncomfortable.


There are three ways to talk:
one is to just open your mouth and let the words flow,
the second is to pay attention to your words for the purpose of trying to
make them say precisely what you want them to convey,
the third is to pay attention to your words for the purpose of trying to
make the sound of what you say as pleasing as possible.
…(There is a fourth and fifth approach to talk,
but one requires a lot of silence, and the other, extraordinary effort.)


One man thought,
“If thinking is so ‘important,’
then why don’t we take what we think about more seriously?”


Life told the beings on one world,
“You can have psychological problems,
or you can have emotional problems,
or you can have digestive problems,
but I don’t want any of you coming to me with questions about trying to do
anything with yourself outside of these specific areas!
Is that understood?
…’cause we’ve had trouble with some creatures over on this other planet.”

Once lived a race of men who had, as their sole antonym for “illness,”
the term “full comprehension of one’s condition.”

Though nothing can save you from death,
there are a number of unused methods to alleviate stupidity.
…(Which, to a few, is an even more pressing matter.)


There are two principal reasons men find it so difficult to understand the
mind — one is that they don’t really want to,
and the other is because it’s so gosh darn tedious to do so!
…And to what gosh darn end?…I mean, since it’s not necessary and all!…


An operational description of a would-be mystic is:
A man with an itchy consciousness.


One man thought,
“If thinking is so ‘important,’
then why don’t we pay more attention to what we think?”


One man said,
“It’s really great to believe that the meaning of life is
hidden away somewhere in a place that I probably couldn’t find
even if I tried.”
…(Many of his friends and neighbors nodded their agreement with his


Hunger is serious, but silent —
thinking is not serious, and thus must be runnin’ its mouth all the time.

The so-called “Body-Mind Dynamic”
is not so dynamic if one of ’em is dead or bleedin’ real bad.

There is this legend that keeps forcing its way back into parts of the
southern Siberian Plateau and northeastern areas of Turkistan
which says that everyone fully recognizes the purpose of life —
just as they die.

“What good,” asks one man, “is information that can’t do you any good?”
…Can you see it possible that he’s being too specific in his inquiry?…


On one planet, all the creatures had a brain —
save one species which had two,
and it ended up in charge of things…
everything, that is, but one of its brains.

A certain man who’d flunked out of mystic’s school,
later, back in routine life, thought to himself how much easier it would
all be if life was actually “going-downhill & falling-apart.”

If regression was the name of the game,
then the dead would be our greatest thinkers.
…(And of course, to many, they are.)

On this one world, all the creatures had a brain —
they originally had a bran muffin, but life misspelled it on their birth


If you don’t know what is really required to effect change in man,
then a continual condemnation of his behavior is not surprising.


In the earlier days of one man’s lifelong involvement
in the effort to achieve that different degree of consciousness,
he pictured those so involved as the lone boy with his finger in the dike;
then later on he began to think of those such as himself as being the dike;
then, when his understanding really began to expand,
he looked at this picturization and thought,
“I wonder what’s for dinner?”


As everyone knows,
there are two ways to get a horse to press on:
make it feel ashamed not to,
or convince it that something really neat is up ahead.

Oat Note: Mystically inclined steeds need no such motivations,
but rather drive their own selves from within —
this in spite of the fact that it is more-or-less improbable.


Only the confused go in search of gods —
life flows directly through every creature,
and man has a mind by which he can become aware of it.

…Where is there to go?
…What is there to look for outside of oneself?

The blind, when they are also weak,
say they can do nothing ’til first
they find someone to give them sight.

According to legend, the earliest men, who were able to look both
forward and back and understand the nature of life, hid this knowledge
in an actual secret place —
but soon others began to discover where it was, so they moved its hiding
place from a physical locale to man’s mind —
where it still remains today.


The mythology of man begins and ends with his consciousness.
…So, too, anything else to be said about him.

…(By the way, if you haven’t progressed to the point of being able to
understand this yet, at least you don’t run the present risk of having
history “blow up” in your face.)


One man thought,
“If thinking is so ‘important,’
then why has life made it available to every Tom, Dick, & Harriet?”


Variation of a previous description:
Mysticism is like religion, philosophy, and psychology
with all the useless seriousness removed.


A stomach and a mind once went on a trip,
and the stomach kept bumping-into and getting-involved-in things most
obvious, while the mind kept trying to take them into more subtle, less
certain areas.

Finding: Two can travel as cheaply as one,
as long as one of them never puts their feet on the ground.

For the mismatched set of luggage, the contestant was expected to answer
this question: What would you call someone who was forced to see
what life’s actually all about,
who hadn’t been struggling to do so?

— Crazy! — That’s right —
loony as a pig on a roller coaster.

Life allowed local conditions on some planets to provide the ideas of
sympathy and pity so as to give the complacent something to play with.


There are two kinds of people in the world:
those who’re satisfied to believe that they’re sick, and those who aren’t.
And the first group will hear nothing to the contrary,
while the second (if they’ll but press on) need hear nothing on the matter.


One guy’s secret method is like this,
“If you keep on dividing up everybody else into
‘this or that type person,’
it’ll help forestall the possibility of them dividing you up.”
…He admits that it may not work, but says, “Hell! nothing else does


One guy says that he can think as fast as he can talk,
and another guy says that he’s not impressed since
he can talk as fast as he can talk, which is all that’s necessary.


In his remarks at the graduation ceremony,
the head of one order so advised the departing class,
“If you ever want to establish a popular consciousness-raising system,
you’ve got to have a simple hook —
nothing at all like you people’ve been through here.”
And they all joyously threw their heads in the air.


One man thought,
“If thinking is so ‘important,’
then why hasn’t it had as much effect on our states,
as it has the events in our lives?”


On his family tree,
one man carved this message:
“Individuals don’t run life — life runs life, for christ’s sake!”


There is little in the way of the pathetical
to match the sight of a sheep
trying to give the impression of being a thoughtful individual.

…(‘Course, among other sheep, it’s never noticed.)


One man says,
“You know how intelligence came to have such a bad name?…I’ll tell you —
because of man, that’s how.”


One man thought,
“If thinking was actually as important as everyone says it is,
then man’s ability to remember what he thinks would be much, much better.”


If you believe that you have “personal demons”
which must be “brought under control,”
then you do!
and nothing anyone has to say will change it.

If you believe that you now have your own personal mind,
then the worst things you can imagine can naturally follow.


In matters nonphysical,
anyone who awaits help from without waits for a train that never arrives
…or, in the alternative,
waits for an illusionary train that,
even if it does arrive, never takes you anywhere.


A man asked a mystic,
“Is there ultimately any use in talking about things transcendental?”
And the mystic asked, “Ultimately?”
And the man said, “Ultimately.”
And the mystic said, “No.
Anything else?”
And the man said, “No.”


Thinking is undervalued by some, and overrated by others.
Only people who can “thank ral” good
understand what it’s actually about.

Cf. Being healthy and staying alive is understood correctly by everyone —
so what gives?


There is a minimal level of seriousness proper for all (and that is that):
men should be more men than like animals.
…Beyond that,
any seriousness experienced by the ordinary is illusionary —
necessary, but illusionary nonetheless.


The simple continue to fret most over events,
while the sophisticated worry about their states;
doing neither one proves that you understand nothing.


Another definition of the more conscious is:
a man who understands that there is no middle ground.


A man asked a mystic,
“What’s the use in even discussing the affairs of ordinary men?”
And the mystic replied, “Hey, don’t look at me.”

…Hummm — but wait a minute folks —
if it weren’t for that, where’d entertainment come from?


From our “Outlaw Dictionary,” this definition:

Life — the one hobby too many men take too seriously.


Since “change” is an illusion,
men choose to think of it in the most grandiose terms possible.

If you’re not really “going anywhere,”
why not pay as much for your ticket as possible?

“Quick, Uncle Herman, run for your life! — look who’s coming!”
“No…you don’t mean….”
“Yes! run for it — it’s actually….”
“No, it can’t be….”
“Yes, it is, it’s really him! — now run for it!”
“Say no more — I’m outta here!”


The one surefire way to identify a more conscious man is by the fact that
you cannot offend him…unless you punch him in the nose.

…And to show how little conscious are most people,
just look how many of you found this offensive.


The way to identify the “routinely ill” is by the fact that, in their case,
the blind always seek treatment from the deaf,
the deaf from the mute,
the mute from the lame, and so on.

If a more conscious man should slip back to common sickness
and did not lose all that he’d learned,
the only help he might ask for would be that
someone shoot him out of a cannon as quickly as possible.


One man’s poem:

“Food for thought,
food for thought;
thought for food?…thought for food, anyone?…”


When a man understands fully how he should live,
then how he does is no longer serious, or not serious to him
— it’s just how he lives.


In one reality
appeared life that could be injured with words —
turned out to be phony life.
…Not too dissimilar to most of man’s thinking.


Only the simple can be insulted by the simple.


The Alert Man’s Way Out Of It:
There’s nothing you can say to idiots, or the awakened.


Re Neural, Urban Renewal

It’s impossible to repair a city which is imaginary to begin with.


The world’s oldest mystical text consists of one word.

A man climbed a mountaintop to the secret location of a
certain consciousness-raising school,
and stood outside its gate, shaking his fist, and yelling,
“Mystics are empty men!”
And from within a voice replied, “Now you’ve got it!”

…Not long after the first men got their hands on that original,
one-word mystical text,
the idea of “the punch line” was born.