Jan Cox Talk 3010


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June 30, 2003 © 2003: JAN COX

In everyone’s either forgotten, or misremembered past,
someone ran up to you and said: “Hold this for me for a second” — then took off,
and you’ve been holding it ever since.
(The certain man’s favorite soul song differs slightly from the
popular version: his goes: “’Hold on!’ — and: ‘I’m coming’ — are two incompatibles.”)

More About How Things CAN Go Neurally — If You Make ‘Em —
Regardless Of What’s Going On Hormonally.
A man who went for treatment for what he thought was nearsightedness,
upon learning he had a cancerous eye that had to be removed, mused:
“Well, it saves me the expense of glasses.”

Circumstances And Temperament.
When a ship seems too large to make change course,
the rebel sailor turns the sea around.
(In any situation: what else can you do when there is nothing else to do
except what you can do?!)

The Origins And Inner Workings Of Country Songs, Romantic Poetry,
And Paeans To Life.
Hormones make you want to hang on — neurons make you want to sing about it.
(And one man wrung his head: “If only death would make you shut up.”)

Everyone is Siamese twins — only the certain man knows it;
everyone is Siamese twins — only he who knows it is disconnected.

The view that comes with being a city dweller is that
burning down your neighbor’s house improves the appearance of yours.

In one reality, everyone is thrown into prison, and to make it tolerable
you are given your choice of a blue, or yellow pill: which would you choose?

Attempting to convey a lesson in energy conservation,
(with a collateral, stupidity-avoidance benefit) a father said to a son:
“Why would life be interested in hearing your opinion of it
when it is who gave you the opinion.”

One man says that the only thing that makes him madder than machinery
is whoever runs it.

In some households on some days, more calls are received than made;
then on others, the situation is reversed.

Much of men’s mythologies tell of heroes who travel far from home in search of
the Great Truth only to find that it was back there all the time; question:
why does not the fact that everyone’s normal thoughts assure them that
if any extraordinary knowledge does exist, it is certainly to be found
somewhere far removed from their normal thinking, make them curious?
But then again: how many bus lines inform passengers that
when they hint of better bus service someplace else, they do it merely to
momentarily divert the passengers’ attention from their own shoddy operation.
And one man says: “This whole thing sure can get confusing?!?” — yes,
but only when you talk about it.
(From one view, that is the purpose of words: to distract from the obvious.)

Athletic Ability vis a vis Neural Activity.
No one can walk and submit to routine thinking at the same time —
(well! — not walk correctly!)

And another guy (in what he apparently thought was the interest of safety
[or some equally nutty notion]) cautioned all of his off spring:
“If you have a choice — never take it.”

There is one thing for sure about hormones and neurons:
they’re going to make you: feel one way or the other — and,
make you think this or that.

The speaker bent down, scooped up a handful of sod, then said to the assembled:
“The full history of man is contained in a single grain of sand,”
and someone in the crowd asked: “Do you mean that even small pieces of
the physical world are still sufficiently large to metaphorically reveal
the nature of man’s struggle?” — “No,” the speaker replied:
“I just meant that most of what he does doesn’t amount to much.”

The Siamese twin of one man said: “I don’t even want to think about it!’ —
and he was alert enough to not ask: “What?”

Conversation Regarding An Uncouth Truth About Hormones.
“No one really cares whether you live or die but your mother — and she can’t help it.”
“How about neurons?” —
“They’re the ones who say they do.”

The Great City Illusion.
People who talk a lot — know a lot.

A father said to a son: “Only a person more conscious than you knows truly
whether they are more conscious than you,” and the younger asked:
“Are you more conscious than me?” — “See!”

In the silent hormonal world, comparisons are impertinent;
only in the neural world will comparisons fly —
and there, they inevitably crash & burn —
taking no one with them save the present generation — which is always dying anyway.
One chap’s motto is: “The mind doesn’t have mental preferences — they have it.”

No intellect is fully flying that doesn’t span at least ten time zones.

The only good accusation is self accusation —
and it’s not worth talking about.
The only accurate assessment of one’s self is one done in silence.
In the city: those who talk a lot let their mind convince them that they know a lot;
no max ratcheted mind lives in any city.