To Be Awake Is to Understand What the Questions Are
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Notes by TK
At the heart of consciousness is a question and a paradox. The only true passion of the mind is curiosity. The core of curiosity is the great why questions of existence. Men are satisfied that they can’t answer these questions, but not satisfied that they don’t understand what the questions are. That is the paradox.
To be awake is to understand what the questions are—not their answers. Although that is the answer! A related paradox: you are in prison only when you say otherwise. Men know that they are physically confined in the body and subject to its physics. Yet they do not consider that their minds are equally confined.
The “I” = the prison cell of consciousness that claims not to be in prison. You can only claim not to be in prison, for the moment, you cannot claim that you are free. You can only state you are not sleeping (at this moment), not that you are awake. (39:32) #3140
Jan’s Daily Fresh Real News (to accompany this talk)
TURNING A PAGE IN PRISON IS USELESS SINCE THE BOOK IS ALWAYS THE SAME
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Occult Marginalia For The Mental Outlier
APRIL 28, 2004 ©2004: JAN COX
When one man would weaken and turn on the television,
(while yet retaining a trace of independent consciousness),
he would also turn on the radio to drown out the tv:
from this he learned how to override the thoughts which life automatically broadcasts to his brain with ones of his own creation.
An awakened man worthy the name is his own primary audience.
A simple (but not thereby rendered invalid) telling of a certain matter could be thus: humanity’s first fathers, immediately upon becoming conscious,
as practice in their new ability to think, made up a batch of fairy tales,
and then forgot to mention to their progeny what they were.
If most of the people who say they want to wake-up had something better to do,
they’d do it.
To ever get over that certain hill and turn-the-corner,
you must be a behemoth in your own hometown;
he who has not outgrown himself has not grown.
There is adventure without and adventure within.
For a moment one man was afraid he was getting serious! — (but thankfully):
turned out he was just having a stroke.
Revisiting (under color of reviewing) previous published stories makes good economic sense in both the news business and that of being routinely conscious.
(Such endeavors’ silent slogan: “Reminiscing is effortless” — ergo its popularity.)
What interests a man trying to awaken are the same things that interest everyone else;
what interests a man who is awake interests no one else. (Neat, huh?!)
In an Awake World (imagining that there was such a place)
those who talk freely about their fears and frustrations would be ticketed by
the Fire Marshall for contributing to already flammable situations.
The biggest boobs are those who keep talking mentioning what boobs they are.
“But if you are a boob, just being quiet about it won’t change the situation.”
How do you know?
What’s Now Playing; Vis A Vis Films & Books: A La Hormones & Neurons.
In his private review, one man said he found his on screen self to be a reasonably accurate and entertaining adaptation of the original genetically written character.
In his efforts to stay current, by having only cutting edge ills,
one man also insists on being examined only by machines and not by hand,
(especially concerning his intangible parts.)
“Is this why psychiatrists and priests are not required by law
to wash up after each consultation? —
or might it be that Spotted-Striped Jack Spratt Fever is not contagious?”
“Hell man! — none of those baloney ills are;
that’s how men are able to huddle together so tightly in groups without infectiously destroying themselves.”
It is so boring that everyone who goes white water rafting afterwards says:
“You know how exciting it looks on film: well that doesn’t begin to cover it.”
(Same as how men try to pass off their mental life.)
“The good thing about a hangover is it is one period during which you
know that you will eventually feel better than you presently do.”
“Like the one advantage to being asleep, huh?!”
“Are you nuts!”
The king so taught the prince: “Even when you’re doing nothing, always tell the people in your most sincere voice that everything possible is being done.”
(“Royalty In The Cortex,” was the misplaced headline to this story.)
In his private judicial system, one man arbitrarily put himself into foster-care.
“Let the blind take care of the blind, is my policy,” declared he from his bench,
(just before his mother called him to dinner.)
“The great thing about being a soldier — in a foreign place —
where no one knows you — and you can wear someone else’s name tag — is that:
You don’t have to take no shit from nobody!”
“Just wait ’til I get you home young man!”
At the conclusion of every intellectual performance one man always makes note:
“Some of the persons and ideas depicted herein may be fictitious.”
One physician says that although he cannot presently prove it scientifically
he is nonetheless sure that many people are kept alive solely by their irritation.
(“Yes, I have had some patients like that in my ward,” concurred one head.)
If there was an Enlightened World, in it would be no need for comedy writers:
ordinary men being serious is all the humor the awakened would need.
Most of the benefits of being pissed and critical are lost if you won’t admit to yourself that you seriously are.
Also: If you don’t want wild cats in your yard, don’t ever agree to let them in.
“What is the easiest thing in the world to fake?”
“That you are wise to the ways of man.”
“I can’t see it.”
“All right, try it like this: What is the planet’s largest game of pretend —
in which everyone participates?”
“Okay — I can go with that.”
Just as no one has any doubt what “It” is in a song title: “I Just Got To Have It,”
neither is there any question what is meant when it’s said:
“Well, the problem with that idea is……”
In his attempt to make himself into a recognizable-philosopher,
one chap says he believes he has now narrowed down all of man’s historically pressing questions-about-life into a single query:
“Which is the most ridiculous: the past or the future?”
Hurting right now is no problem — just ask any animal.
(“I’ll be damned sir if I will take my lessons for living from brutish creatures,
who by the way cannot even say or think the word, hurting — no sir! —
I’ll be damned if I will lower myself so!”)
The body hurts from physical pain — from what comes man’s emotional variety?
(“Is that actually supposed to be a question? — or is it per chance another of your
arrangements wherein the ostensible question IS its own solution?”
Graffito Found On Public Structure.
“Final Notice: Being able to think independently is no substitute for high social position and political power.
(Addendum To Final Notice: Those of such position paid me to write it like this
rather than the other way around.”)
To his own private police precinct one man called in and anonymously reported
himself to be a gang member.
One man says the best thing about being a house bound invalid who watches television all day long is that you come to forget that anything is happening
that is not appearing on tv.
(Then he broke into song: “Give me the simple life! — even if it is imaginary.”
[“Nothing wrong with that,” added his mom.])
Today’s Fairy Tale.
Once upon a time lived a man who got so good at it
that he finally didn’t have to do it any more.
(In some locales known as: Notions You Can’t Lean On Too Heavily.)
All normally viable thoughts will vigorously defend themselves.
(How else are they gonna survive?)
One guy says he sometimes suspects that being alive is just a publicity stunt.