Jan Cox Talk 2948


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February 2, 2003 © 2003: JAN COX

A father said to a son:
“If you are hearing someone talk and you find yourself wanting to take them seriously, remember this: only sportscasters mean what they say,”
(a bit later he added):
“There are those who know,
there are those who don’t know,
and there are those who’ve pretty well figured out that they don’t,
and are pretty pissed by it;
guess which ones speak with the most passion and the loudest.

The collective doesn’t want to know what is really going on –
that is why we have the collective (and the individual few).
Ordinary mankind’s unpublished motto is:
‘Life is more enjoyable — if you don’t think about it’
and as everyone learns, fresh off the tit: the ordinary are in the overwhelming majority, and the majority is always right;
some rail at this, and say it isn’t so — but ask the majority if it is, or not,
and when they answer, remember: they are always right,
and only a blind fool would want it otherwise,
for were things not so arranged, life itself would come apart – does anyone want that?
If men understood the situation at a personal level they would recognize that
their mind is so arranged that they have majority thoughts, which overwhelm all others, and thus always appear to be correct, and without this set up,
their minds would come apart — and does anyone want that?

That is why my boy, the man who has come to realize that
certain things are arranged so as to keep everything working as it does,
understands the need in those specific areas for majority rule,
but since his investments are no longer in the collective portfolio,
he has no interest there,
and thus be his back turned to the thoughts, debates and concerns of the herd,
as he faces the generally ignored other horizon of this universe;
his mind looks where thoughts normally available to men do not roam;
for him, his thinking constitutes his own majority of one.”

One man proffers:
“It is a surprisingly instructive relief to know for a certain fact that you will die.”
“What’s your point — every person knows that!”
“But I am not a person saying this — I am a thought” —
and the first man be right-on in his insinuation:
ordinary men act as though they are completely oblivious to the glaringly obvious truth that every thought they have has but a momentary life — then dies,
and is instantly replaced by another with an equally brief existence
(which itself can even be followed by the one which preceded it,
and has already died once just within the last several seconds);
the brain’s standard activity of mind, sans any objective analysis, or even
perceptive alertness, treats every thought at the time of its presence, as immortal;
under the conditions of consciousness normal for man’s brain,
each thought as it appears in the mind takes up all available room for that instant;
it is for those seconds: the alpha and omega of that particular man’s mentation,
like an elephant in a cigar box — open the lid and look in –
and there’s nothing but elephant;
every square inch of your mind is taken up by elephant,
and ask the pachyderm if he is all there is, and with mock seriousness he can pretend to take a quick look around and reply: “Hey! — you SEE anyone else here?!”

It is indeed, for the certain man, a great, liberating and instructive relief
to face the wart-on-your-nose fact that every single thought you have ever had,
or will ever be a medium for will die — and damn soon! — AND,
under routine working conditions, your mind/consciousness is,
for all functional purposes — to this simple fact, obnoxious (sorry): oblivious.

One of the methods whereby human thought is able to picture how
ever changing physical conditions might be rearranged to man’s benefit is by,
in their abstract picturization, treating them as stable (if not permanent);
to make Wednesday more agreeable to human existence,
thought must treat Wednesday as though it is every day
(at the time of its mental exertions involving same);
after the fact — if directly queried — everyone will say that they certainly know
that Wednesday is not the only day there is;
that it simply comes around once a week, is present for a time,
then disappears to be replaced by another day –
ordinary minds will recognize, confront and admit to this at the instant they are
asked about it, but at all other times,
the reality of the situation is the dark side of the moon (or their minds, if you like).
Only those with no awareness whatsoever of the nature and purpose of thought in matters intangible, place any reliance on such thoughts;
they are able to do so only via their ignoring their life and death cycle;
man’s ordinary thinking is programmed to overlook the fact that
the life span of a rock, or a bone, or a muscle is not that of an idea —
to even think of them in the same breath is to inhale and exhale dreams.

In the kingdom of mind, it is a most instructive relief to know for a fact that you are going to die — and that your certain demise will have no effect on the situation there; the realm’s health in fact depends on the brevity of each citizen’s existence.

In this universe there is but one thought excluded from the conditions above described: the one that constitutes the certain man’s realization.

And one man whined: “I did so want to be happy in life?” –
and life said: “YOU did?! — hey, take a look at what I have to put up with!”

Every individual is part of the collective,
but not everyone is an individual.

The rebel’s rallying cry:
“When there’s nothing else to do — I do it!”

Being civilized once is your responsibility —
being so a second time — your privilege;
life gave you and everyone else thoughts to begin with,
and it is from here that the certain man commences the adventure of

providing his individual own.

The rebel’s rallying cry:
“Where the road runs out is where I begin.”