Jan Cox Talk 3228

Basically, Talk Is Just About Talk


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11/24/04: There is an unnoticed, unaccounted-for segue from how you physically feel to how you emotionally feel. E.g.: sickness from bad airline meal segueing to declaration of animus for the airline, or airline industry. The impetus of the second half of the segue is thought, not physical feeling. It becomes talk about thought, not about the physical experience. Basically, talk is about talk. (44:25) #3228

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The Would-Be Escapees’ Forbidden Joke Book
NOVEMBER 24, 2004 © 2004: JAN COX

How Mind Works.
One man named his dog Scooter, his motor bike Fido,
and his left kidney Grover Cleveland (after a little known long distance runner).

How Civilization Works.
One man was bothered by his belief that preachers prey on the stupidity of their followers, until he met a few and then became of the opinion that they were too dumb themselves to consciously perpetrate such a fraud (in other words):
they believed what they taught and were thus as taken in by it as their congregates. (For a while he had a similar feeling regarding politicians, and after becoming acquainted with some of them, found in their case, his belief justified.)

“Pa pa: why doesn’t mind work in such a way as to save man from
the negative effects of civilization.”
“Draw a diagram showing how an alligator would survive by abandoning its bite.”

What is required to exercise authority in the physical reality compared to same in
man’s intangible, spiritual one is the difference between a blow to the head
and a photograph of a concussion.

Ask yourself: Why are you never kidnapped and held for ransom?

How Civilization Works On Mind Via Words.
The ad promises: “A Noticeably Improved Complexion In Only Fourteen Days
With The Installation Of Our Patented Shield Guard Gutters.”

Some things seen in consciousness’ rear view mirror are not as large
nor important as they may look. (Though maybe stupider.)

Adjectives (in a certain type of investigation) are of little help.
(“I don’t understand that one for sure,” said a highly agitated and annoyed man.)

How Real Court Works.
A King truly in charge has as Official Adviser only one who has no suggestions.
(“At my level: only commands count.”)
The man who does get-to-the-bottom-of-things has tattooed on his consciousness: “Like It Or Lump It – But Don’t Waste My Time Talking About It.”
Real rulers just point – pretenders try to describe where they want you to go.
(“Just imagine where I would be today if I had listened only to me along the way.”
[One man did however recommend his self for a position which he wouldn’t have accepted on a dare.])

Or ask yourself: Why are you not elected by unanimous popular acclaim,
(or at least drafted to run by one of the major factions)?

As he happened to see his self in a mirror one day a man suddenly thought:
“The worst thing about you is that you make me nervous.”

Observes one man: “What goes on in my consciousness when it goes unattended
is as interesting as a group of economists doing water ballet.”

One man will often barge in on his self when he is least expecting it.
“Which is most of the time – and which are the only times that mean anything.”
(“Pa pa: do you think that man might be involved in trying to…..”
“Sure sounds like it, huh?!”)

Okay, then ask yourself: Why hasn’t the Nobel Committee established
a whole new category just to honor your special achievements?

One guy attempted to open a local chapter of an organization that doesn’t exist.
(“They’re the only kind worth being a part of.”)

One man is presently living in a place where he believes alien transmissions are being broadcast throughout the atmosphere and affecting everyone (in some way).

All right, ask yourself this: Why doesn’t everybody abandon religion
and adopt your view of things.
(Guess it’s time to get this over with and return to the first one): just ask yourself:
Why are you never kidnapped and held for ransom?

Just kidding around one day, Life referred to Local Conditions as: G.T.B.W.D.Y.
which it said stood for: Give Me The Blues, Why Don’t You.
(Well, as for the kidding part: after Life said that it put on a half ass smile as though
it was mostly a joke [but as you always note: with Life it’s often hard to tell.])

Back in the clubhouse one man said:
“Playing golf is a lot like achieving enlightenment,”
and then wouldn’t tell the other players how so.
(“On a recent flight I sat next to a man named How So;
do you think there could be a connection?”
In a closed system – what is there to keep people from asking such a question.)
(Standard chickens pretend to be puzzled by the constant clucking they are surrounded by.)

In private one man confides: “I have become The Republic Of Me,
(though I have not advised the rest of the world,
as so doing would defeat the purpose if you know what I mean).”
“Pa pa: did you notice how many parentheses and brackets it took for him
to get all of that said?”
”Yes son: some days it’s sunshine — then other days, rancid citrus juice.”

When you realize the answer to: “Why you’re never kidnapped and held for ransom?” you’ll be closer to enlightenment than prince charming ever was to
putting on Cinderella’s ball gown when he was alone in her bedroom.
(“I not only don’t get that one either – but I don’t want to!”)

Once as a man was thinking of how much his understanding had expanded
as a result of his struggle to wake-up, he was moved to comment to his old,
automatic-consciousness: “Of course I do feel bad about what’s done to you,”

to which it responded: “That’s real funny.”