A Cannibalistic Mélange of Plagiarism and Cultural Cud Chewing
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Notes by TK
More on consciousness fed from two different sources: internal, biological and external culture-delivered, input. Ordinary thinking is the referral, invoking and rearranging of other’s already expressed thinking. Real thinking is thinking more than you have to; thinking that is not about what fuels your thoughts, i.e., other peoples’ thinking.
The brain is normally, unknowingly, an utter hostage to influence by other peoples’ thinking. Such thought is the support of man’s secondary, intangible reality—a cannibalistic mélange of plagiarism and cultural cud chewing. (43:08) #3120
Jan’s Daily Fresh Real News (to accompany this talk)
THE REAL DEAL CONTINUES TO ELUDE THE MANY
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A Journal For The Few For Whom The Faux Won’t Do
March 12, 2004 © 2004: JAN COX
One man’s suggested way to get started:
“Take whatever idea is already in your mind about a certain matter and first:
vice the versa — then go sideways with it from there.”
It is for those without a clue to what is going on
that the idea of good and evil forces was contrived.
If you don’t mentally grasp what is going on,
all your memories consist of what has physically occurred in your life.
A man pondered:
“Is that why I cannot be sure if my consciousness is a seamless constant,
or a series of separate moments, which yet yield the impression of a unity,
since they occur in a single brain?”
Everybody rides a bus — but most needlessly ride many.
“Why the word: needlessly?”
Synonym for: speciously.
A Q. & A. Game.
“How can you tell that an awake man is about to die?”
“He starts wanting to argue.”
“I don’t get it.”
“That means one of two things, now doesn’t it.”
A father noted to a son:
“There is a beautifully balanced, super rational math at the base of Enlightenment,
though so elementary as to be ungraspable by ordinary minds,
(or: overlooked, if you like).”
“So does that stop it from being there?”
“No, it’s the same as how being a Baptist doesn’t keep you from drinking —
just from enjoying it.”
A chap in the library looked up from his medieval readings and said aloud:
“Ah! – but I wish I had lived way-back-then,” and at an adjoining table,
way-back-then muttered something harsh sounding under its breath.
Once there was a group of male Homo sapiens who,
whenever they wanted to get together would ask their feminine counterparts
to stay away so that they could more freely talk about guy-stuff
(the real reason they did this was that none of them had any idea what guy-stuff was, and didn’t want the women to know it.)
Warning: This is a solution applicable strictly to a sexual matter,
and should not in any manner be applied to other activities of one’s physiology.
People continue to seem totally surprised by the superior logic of
the man with the larger gun.
What is the difference between ship-building and map-making? —
same as between a knight with hemorrhoids who rides on just the same,
and one who stays home ‘til he can get some treatment.
“Pa pa: would an allegorical tale like that ever lie to you?”
“Son — why would it?!”
And finally a voice objected:
“But guns have nothing to do with logic?!?” –
Ah so! — but: guns have everything to do with bullets!
And this from Recreation Warehouse’s latest sales circular:
“Your consciousness can just lather and take life as it comes — OR:…”
but someone has torn off the rest of that page.
The cowardly band together while the brave mostly live alone.
(Again a caution: This is a sociological comment,
not intended for use in any other area of your life.)
Okay an easy one: What is the difference between being ordinary and not being? — whatever the ordinary say it is.
The trickiness of living in the prison part of consciousness is:
anything the mind there can say is so can for sure seem to be so:
it invents an imaginary shoe store and — Lord-grab-a-goose! –
damn’f every shoe in there doesn’t FIT.
Hey! — that can’t be mere coincidence — no sir! –
that has every trapping of being: The Truth! —
how could something that always fits not be?!
Once upon a time a young lad imagined a disquiet store in his mind,
and every time he went therein — for any reason —
he would always find a problem that perfectly fit the occasion.
Oh Sweet Chronos! — in what times we live — and what times IN us live.
One day a kid mused to his dog: “What does it really take to be a leader-of-men?” — and though speechless, the dog knew the answer:
“A loud bark and lots of testosterone.”
(He did leave out: low I.Q. — but hey! — he’s just a dog.)
One musically inclined man’s favorite golden oldie is:
“We’ll Have These Blank Spaces To Remember.”
(In case you’re interested): during their life time there are three versions of
every person who wakes up to what’s really going on.
(And if they never stop, four.)
One man one day pondered:
“What if (in an unbiased manner) I finally think of everything that can be thought of —
what will I think of then?”
(Do you ever ponder why there are not more men like him?)
(If you want to look for benefits): the unawakened die only once —
the drawback is that they only live half the life possible.
A speaker in city park declared:
“Under its breath: life says everything…..wait! — my mind has obviously printed out
an erroneous version of what I intended to say (here’s how it was supposed to read):
Under their breath: men think everything while thinking that they think it!” —
and from the crowd came this:
“Is that why we do the thing we call thinking — under-our-breath?”
Note: The ordinary mind sees itself as a one-man-act —
in no need of hecklers or would-be partners, and indeed, unwittingly so it be:
a one man hypnotist act.
“The feeling that you are falling-apart is not proof that you are.”
“But it’s not a bad sign?”
The difference between a dead man and one whose consciousness has died
to ordinary ideas is that a dead man smells bad.
Another musically disposed man has a special part of his consciousness
that makes the other parts sound like tired old records.
A real ruler does not talk about the things the people are talking about,
but rather only matters that he thinks up.
One man has a single principle by which he lives: “Drop everything!”
Although it clearly doesn’t sound right: the trick is to think about things without thinking about them.