Jan Cox Talk 2961

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Jan’s Daily Fresh Real News (to accompany this talk)

DR. FAUST LIVES TO LEARN THAT NOT ALL AGREEMENTS ARE EQUITABLE TO
BOTH PARTIES EQUALLY
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March 5, 2003 © 2003: JAN COX

Cheap people like to holler — same as low rent thoughts push to be heard.
Life In The Jungle — The Actual World.
In a pride of lions — anyone who wants to BE noticed — doesn’t GET noticed.
(One tiger’s take is: “Self appointed bulls-eyes are good for one thing only.”)

One man says: “I’m gonna tell you the truth: ‘bout the only way I can bear being subject to that sleeping state of consciousness is — to be asleep.”

In your odd moments chew on this sixty-four dousand throller boombah:
the only thing standing between you and enlightenment is your brain.

A man who has no interest in his cow-side
has no concern over what others may believe they know about it.

One man’s principle when stuck at home is: “Have a back-up,”
but when he manages to escape and is in a non local reality it becomes:
“Have no back-up — it ruins it.”

Only by talk and thought is life made to seem sufficiently interesting
to keep civilized men from going mad.

One man’s view is: “Once you become sufficiently sophisticated to appreciate it:
man’s concocted, other-reality can truly take-your-breath-away —
which presents no danger seeing how it’s already taken away most of your best parts
long before then anyway.”
Only trapped hogs hate being — trapped hogs.

All theories, concepts, postulates, opinions and beliefs about matters in the mental world are just fancy names for, uninvited guest (‘course if you’re a solid citizen of the city you don’t see it like that — no! “Come on in! —
there’s always room for one more slopper!”)

There persists a rumor that this one god made-up absolutely everything
he told his creatures — which may first sound shocking —
until you think about it for a second (which his creatures surely are not formed to do).

All of life is a metaphor — excluding hypodermic syringes and the I.R.S.

Only those not fully awake to what is going on
have any interest in thinking about how awake or not awake may be anyone else.

A real man will not even speak of the non manly deeds of others.

There are two ways to check the voltage of your household current:
one is to compose gloomy odes — the other is to not.
And one man’s private motto is: “But if you leave the motor running…..”
Only those living in the city, their thoughts in a dream,
have an interest in the debate of whether: what goes up must come down or not;
from city perspectives that is, wherein men’s mental wiring is such that
they continually dis-distinguish ‘tween the technical world
(the physical one outside their house where things can be predicted),
and the non technical one inside their residence where — anything-goes —
where there are no controlling laws of science —
only the law of mechanical thought (which states):
anything a thought says is so — is for that instant — so.

The would-be escapee from city life should continually check
the running voltage of his household current.

If you still have trouble seeing that life itself is alive,
go for a drive on a busy freeway amidst cars going eighty miles an hour,
inches from one another, their operators giving scant attention to the task at hand — — yet it works;
clear your head — be alert in the moment —
then marvel at the beautifully choreographed life, life leads.
For city folks, it’s good enough to start wearing seat belts at seventy —
hey, you went that long safely without them;
do you begin to get it? — to see that that is how life thinks for man, through man.

Wanting to awaken is wanting to stand on your own shoulders.
Only when you can pull hats out of rabbits can the run be completed —
pulled from rabbits that did not exist before you found them.

J

For fans of: mythology, philosophy, art, music, and man’s miscellany, here is a compilation of the pertinent headlines from the period: January 21-March 1, 2003

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HOMER’S STILL TRYING TO REMEMBER WHERE HE FIRST HEARD THOSE STORIES.
(PERHAPS FOR THIS SORT OF MYSTERY HE SHOULD ENLIST ADAM’S ASSISTANCE)

PLOTINUS SAYS: “MYSTICS? I NEVER TALKED TO ANY MYSTICS WHILE IN EGYPT,
IN FACT — NAW, I NEVER WAS EVEN IN EGYPT.”

ULYSSES GOES FOR AN EXTENDED SWIM IN THE CEREBROSPINAL SEAS.

ARCHIMEDES SAYS HE NOW HAS A PRETTY GOOD IDEA WHO PISSED IN HIS BATH.

EURIPIDES ASKS: “WHO’S GONNA STITCHIDES!”

PLINY THE ELDER EXCLAIMS: “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT NOISE?”

AND PLATO INSISTS: “I DIDN’T SAY IT — HE DID!”

AND DEMOSTHENES CONTINUES TO SPIT GRAVEL.

AND BUDDHA SAYS: “MAN, DO MY KNEES ACHE!”

AND INCREDULOUSLY MOSES GASPED: ‘YOU MEAN NOBODY BROUGHT A MAP?”

AND MUHAMMAD REQUESTS: “WOULD YOU REPEAT ALL THAT —
AND SLOWER THIS TIME”

AND ZOROASTER EXCLAIMS: “JEEZE! — THAT SHIT’LL BURN YOU!”

SCHOPENHAUER STILL SEES NO BRIGHT SIDE.

AND PROUST KEEPS ASKING WHEN THEY ARE GOING TO FUMIGATE THE PLACE,
AND NO ONE KNOWS WHETHER HE’S REFERRING TO HIS ROOM OR HIS MIND.

SARTRE STILL STRUGGLES NOT TO LET ENNUI OVERCOME ENGAGÉ.

CAMUS FINALLY FINDS THE DOWNHILL RUN.

EVEN THOUGH NOW SEVERELY DECEASED, RUSSELL SAYS
YOU CAN STILL BITE HIS SKINNY ASS.

WHITEHEAD HEADS SOUTH.

THE WILD DUCK TAKES A SHOT OF HIS OWN;
IBSEN YOUR OWN BEST INTEREST TO TAKE WING YOURSELF.

AND A’KEMPIS INSISTS: “WELL, IT CAN’T HURT ANYTHING TO PRETEND!”

AND ERASMUS SAYS THAT AFTER ALL THESE YEARS HE STILL HAS TO TELL PEOPLE THAT THE TITLE WAS MEANT SARCASTICALLY.

BUT JOHN LOCKE PERSISTS: “WELL SOME OF US WERE BORN BLANK!”

AND EVEN THOUGH HE’S THE ONE WHO SAID IT,
DESCARTES STILL CAN’T BELIEVE THAT’S REALLY ALL THERE IS TO IT.

AND MONET SAID: “NO, I HAVEN’T HAD MY EYES CHECKED RECENTLY — WHY?”

AND MICHELANGELO PONDERS: “WILL I EVER GET ALL THESE DRIPS
OUTTA MY EYES?”

AND TOULOUSE SAID: “WELL, THAT’S HOW THINGS LOOK FROM DOWN HERE!”

AND REMBRANDT SAID: “FOR GOD’S SAKE, SOMEONE OPEN THE DRAPES,
AND LET SOME LIGHT IN!”

AND BRUNELLESCHI MOTIONS: “COME LOOK AT THINGS FROM THIS ANGLE.”

AND PICASSO SAID: “HEY, DON’T BLAME ME —
THAT’S HOW THEY LOOKED TO ME THE NEXT MORNING.”

AND SOUSA SAID: “YOU TRY CRAMMING TWO HOURS WORTH OF SYMPHONY
INTO THREE MINUTES OF GIDDY-UP!”

AND BRUCKNER SAYS: “JUST MY LUCK TO COME RIGHT AFTER
THOSE THREE OTHER BIG ‘B.s’”

AND IVES SAYS: “OKAY, SO EVEN IF YOU DON’T LIKE THE TUNE
IT’S NO REASON NOT TO STILL BUY A POLICY — RIGHT?!”

SCHOENBERG SAID; ‘IT’S ‘SPOSED TO SOUND LIKE THAT!”
AND PUCCINI SAID: “PRETTY PAYS THE RENT”

AND SATIE SAID: “WHAT D’YA MEAN, ‘I MUST BE KIDDING’?!”

PROUDLY SURVEYING THE BOUNTY OF BOTH HIS UPPER & LOWER LOINS,
BACH LOUDLY BARKED: “WHO’S YOUR DADDY!“
(LATER ADDING: “IT’S EITHER KEEP COMPOSING OR START CHANGING DIAPERS”)

OH NO! — ODIN’S OUT ON A LIMB AGAIN.

THE NEURAL VALKYRIES DIVIDE THE SYNAPTIC WORTHIES
FROM THE DISHONORED.

AND VISHNU SIGHS: “IS THIS STORY EVER GOING TO END!”

AND ALEXANDER ASKS: “IS THIS ALL THERE IS?”

J