Why Does the Mind Have to Put Obvious Truisms Into Words?
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Notes by TK
A prime example of how consciousness works, along certain lines only, fooling itself: consider the “words to live by” kind of proverb: “honesty is the best policy”, which is deemed important and relevant to men’s lives, as innate wisdom and inherent to human experience—why does such inbuilt, integral and self-evident wisdom have to be put into words? The de facto equivalent truism—”don’t step over this thousand foot cliff to your death”—hardly needs to be put in words.
Collective human consciousness is filled with such never-questioned truisms: why must they be verbally invoked and propounded? Apparently, humans must be told about, must learn their culture by rote, yet truisms are immediately recognized and accepted by the mind unlearned, as if innate. Thus known by consciousness, why doesn’t it just silently live in accord with them? Here is the normal condition of the sleeping mind. (33:31) #3172
Notes by DR
Jan Cox Talk 3172 It’s not fooling itself. It’s not it fooling you and it’s not you fooling it. I’m not trying to point out the idiocy. There are collections in books, “Words to Live By,” aphorisms. “Honesty is the best policy.” People take it to represent innate inherent knowledge. They write it down regardless of whether they live by it, as if it seems to be an instinctive truism, as if its part of our nature. Why do they have to put it into words? Nobody has to tell anyone who walks up to a 100 cliff and tell them not to step off. Being asleep-there are things that consciousness reads or hears, somebody else says it, especially when they say honesty is the best policy”. Why do people need to be told that?
Human consciousness collectively is filled with these truisms. No ordinary person says “Hey I disagree with that.” There’s nothing here to laugh at as anytime you try to consider that it seems to be one way, and further consideration it is not exactly that way. Apparently we have to be taught to speak. Our consciousness can’t picture an operational consciousness without words.
Jan’s Daily Fresh Real News (to accompany this talk)
IS NOT WHAT IT SEEMS
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Notes For Those Not Trapped In The Illusion Of Their Self
JULY 12, 2004 © 2004: JAN COX
There was once a boy who discovered a forest whose initial presence
felt unlike anything to which he was accustomed, and was immediately told by others not to enter therein – so soon he did — and in fact,
his life quickly became devoted to the full exploration thereof;
and after some years had passed and he was fairly well acquainted with
the outer areas of the woods, his aim became to lay down a trail of bread crumbs
into its deepest reaches and not be able to ever find his way back out.
If your mental activity mainly consists of thinking about things others have said,
then non physically you display all the signs of submission indicative of
a completely passive prisoner.
All talk of a promised-land-of-freedom is but noise in the wind
until you have a continuing personal realization that man is born in captivity,
and such is his natural state.
Staying busy swatting at intangible termites keeps boys from venturing too far
into the uncommon forest.
(And a man suddenly recalled hearing the mind’s effort to understand itself
described as: A tree trying to climb itself.)
There was once a king who had two armies:
one was in charge of planning, and the other in charge of doing;
thus one was completely concerned with ideas, and the other with action,
but they were barracked so close together that they commonly forgot about
the resolute difference of their responsibilities, with only the king keeping this distinction in mind………….which as it turned out – he didn’t either.
If you try to explain why you did a particular thing,
even if you were satisfied therewith at the time of its execution,
it begins to smell funny;
figure out why and doze in the woods no more.
Contrary to what life has their congenital thoughts claim:
men do not tolerate – and even apparently at times enjoy –
the many minor tragedies which continually occur in their lives because of the: “valuable lessons they learn therefrom,” but rather because they provide them with
a constant supply of something new to yak about.
Hell for a model man would not require that he be thrown into a lake of fire,
but only he still have humans’ routine problems — but being made mute.
“A dying man — if he has any insight — doesn’t think about his dying.”
“So you’re saying that a sleeping man shouldn’t think about his being asleep?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“But you didn’t not say it.”
“I didn’t say a lot of things.”
One sign of a non sleeper is that he doesn’t say a whole lot of things.
After describing his symptoms, a man was given two bottles of pills
whose appearance was the same, but one batch was larger in number than the other,
and when he asked what the difference was in the two medications
the dispenser replied: “There’s more of one batch than the other.”
There is a certain type of sailor whose unconventional vessel is at its most stable
when the seas are at their worst.
Humor attempted by making yourself appear superior to another is funny –
but not in the way the jokester intends.
On days when he (for no observable reason) felt okay,
one man would put a stone in his right shoe and then by god – he didn’t feel so hot.
(His left foot, on more than one occasion wanted to ask the purpose of this –
but always decided it should probably leave well enough alone.)
Local conditions said to one man: “Why do you constantly attack and make fun of me?” and the man, pulling himself up to the full height of mortal stature,
tried to kick him in the ankle.
Only the man differently smart can outsmart his self (which is to say):
his own genetic determined nervous system.
On The Field: Off The Chart.
“Compromise! Moderation! Middle of the way!” –
all cries of the Buddha sliced in half;
“Push ‘em back, push ‘em back – yea team!” –
the Pittsburgh Sufis take the day.
On The Money: Off The Dime.
Everyone who can say: “I don’t get it” – say it!
“Sleepers can’t see and walkers can’t trip — Q.T. Q.T. – up against the wall!”
A son asked a father:
“Do any of the ordinary people who employ only their congenital mental activity,
and who say that their life’s aim is to know themselves
ever see the humor therein?”
One man whose doctor said his symptoms suggested he was dying,
disconnected his phone so that the diagnostician could not reach him with any
further details regarding his ostensible condition.
The Ultimate Test.
When you read the above:
did your thoughts automatically take it as metaphor — or symbolism? –
did you take it to mean what it appears to mean AND something else,
or that it means something other than it seems to?
Normal men with distracted consciousness naturally confuse and commingle the two;
go all the way through to the far side of the forest and these twin necessities for routine consciousness vanish and only the woody sights themselves remain.
The man-who-knows is as happy as ivy twining up itself.