What Can the Mind Know–The Saying “I Know,” Is All the Knowing
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Notes by TK
The mind is filled with things it thinks it knows…but doesn’t know, i.e., the saying of it knows, is, ipse dixit, the knowing. (36:05) #3226
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BEFORE THEY HAPPEN
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The Only Sequence Of Interest To The Discriminating Reader
NOVEMBER 19, 2004 © 2004: JAN COX
Legend tells of a place where the creatures got stomping-mad over the difference between being mis-led and mis-guided.
(“Is this why institutions always want to outsource the warranting of their services?”)
And speaking on behalf of four governments, three religions and a dozen
mental health hospitals, a rabbi says they strongly resent that statement
(and notes that’s why his brother is a lawyer).
In the course: “Political Science: Its Aspects In Man’s First & Second Realities,”
the professor gave the class a verbal quiz (quizzed he one student):
“What is the major cause of wars?”
“You mean besides hormones?!” asked the pupil.
“Yes,” replied the instructor.
“Believing that others are serious in what they say,”
to which the entire class pretended to give its hearty support.
(“Here here!” – “Quite!” – “Oh my yes.”)
On some worlds, all progeny want to be just like their parents.
“‘Want-to?!’ – what the hell does, want-to have to do with the lack of choice!”
spat a disgruntled DNA strand.
(“When I was a kid, on Saturdays I used to go to a movie theater named The Strand.”)
“Dear Sir: Now that’s the type of story you should be publishing
if you really want to help people. Yours,” etc.
No matter where you are – if you know where you are –
there is always fresh data available — both coming & going.
However: In some matters:
velocity questions cannot be usefully answered by inertias.
Familial Reality Outside The City.
A fanatic is kin only to his self.
First guy says: “On one world you can be any way you want to be
and no one will bothered by it.”
Second fellow adds: “I have a better one: I’ve heard of a place where you can be
any way that you have to be and no one will be bothered by it.”
“Hold it,” injects a third dude, “I can top you both: Someone told me about a spot where no one is bothered by anything about anyone else.”
“Hey!” cried a fourth, “I’ve been there: they call it — the jungle.”
(And a fifth guy [although he didn’t say anything] thought to his self that the place they were all talking about was just an awakened man’s consciousness.)
“A man with someplace to go is never late.”
“Don’t you have that wrong?!”
Every enriched solar system has both its powerful and powerless.
(And a young boy was jogged again to recall the story of the kingdom with two princes.)
One man’s consciousness said to the man’s thoughts:
“I don’t know which I enjoy most: me trying to think or you trying to do it for me.”
(Bitchy, bitchy. Do we detect a modicum of sarcasm? Hum-m-m-m?)
“Hey!” yells one man, “you can’t be self-centered without a self!”
In realms of the incorporeal (where measurements are not possible):
shortcomings are no big-deal.
Taking a clue from the FBI:
one man refuses to comment on his ongoing investigation of his self.
(He admits that fifty years is a lengthy inquiry, but says: Policy is still policy.)
Men don’t ask much: just that they be treated like men —
even if they don’t deserve it.
One guy can’t decide whether to follow some guru’s personal system for waking-up,
or go listen to a used car salesman’s pitch.
After losing his voice in an accident, one man began spreading the story of his former reputation as a great singer.
(Assuming there is another line to this story, it is left to you to furnish it.)
(And a maybe related story.) Another guy, subsequent to being blinded,
began to be told that he was stunningly handsome,
(now that he couldn’t look in a mirror and confirm it one way or the other).
On one world it is proscribed by law that all criticism go unsigned.
(Technical observers are as of yet unable to make a rational determination of what effect this will have on the planet’s future.)
As he was talking-to and interacting-with someone, a man suddenly thought:
“I bet it’s strange being another person.”
The Certain Man’s Super Situation.
You’re either S.S.– or: it’s M.M. –
you’re either a symbolic spartan – or: it’s a minor miracle you’re still alive.
Many atheists in their will will leave a modest sum to some church.
(Talk about your specialized illnesses): one man – alone in the world –
suffers from Wizcoff’s Syndrome. (Guess what his name is.)
On more complex worlds there is none of that cheap, petty crap you see around here! (And even if there is: it’s more attractively packaged.)
“Clearly a place on-the-move.”
A band of cannibalistic pygmies ran headlong into a herd of platform shoe salesmen; neither group was ever heard from again.
(P.S. This is also applicable to the realm of human consciousness.)
Comes forward a chap delivering this:
“I offer as further proof that man is the measure of reality, the following:
The weather is irrelevant – unless you are alive.”