Jan Cox Talk 3239

The Combination to Life’s Safe—Is in the Safe

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12/20/04:
Notes by TK

Consider the activity of looking for the combination of a safe…which is in the safe! This is the problem of the mind attempting to gain insight into itself. A prime example of the disconnect between what Life is doing to remain viable in the universe and how it is perceived by men: the new importance of the United Nations as evidenced by the virulence hatred of it by those who oppose it. (28:10) #3239

Jan’s Daily Fresh Real News (to accompany this talk)

NO MATTER WHERE HERE IS, THE CERTAIN MAN IS ALWAYS SATISFIED
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The Chronicles Of The Forever Now
DECEMBER 20, 2004 © 2004: JAN COX

Today’s Lead Story
One man is having-none-of-it.
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Near the oak grove in city park today was a man who delivered these words to
passers by:
“In one land it has been proposed that bad-luck be banned,
and be replaced with an ordinance requiring only good-luck until a point is reached wherein citizens (normal human beings) are so sick of it that they wish the rotten form of luck back into existence and into their individual lives,”
and from the crowd which had gathered, someone shouted out:
“Now that’s what I call some good government! Giving the people what they want,”
to which the speaker responded: “The gentleman brings up one of Life’s features which normally goes uncredited (that is): It causes people to want what they get
so that they can believe that at least sometimes they are getting-what-they-want.’ You people do realize that Life doesn’t have to do this;
I say we should all fall on our knees and give thanks to Life for providing this sensation (even if it makes you do it).
Payback, my friends – payback.”

A father told a son the following tale:
“There was once a god who (as is the hallmark of the profession) was always striving for originality, who said he’d know that he had hit on a whole new line of creation
if he could ever come up with a creature who, after he’d primed him as a prophetic mouthpiece for himself (as all gods have always done) and given him the important secret message to deliver to the rest of his fellow creatures, would instead,
run off and never tell anybody.”
He then looked quizzically at his offspring as if to mutely ask if he got the point of
the story, but the activity it had spurred in the lad’s head made him look away
as to avoid an immediate response.

For a while, one famous public thinker carried squirrels in his pockets –
until he finally realized how dumb they were (his pockets, that is).

A real person doesn’t have heroes, but is their own hero (at least their potential is).

How Statistics Won’t Lie Even When You Want Them To.
Three out of every ten teen suicides involve the loss of life.

Conversation.
“Nothing’s as easy as it looks.”
“That’s not true.”
“Okay, try to say: ‘That’s not true’ in just the right places & only at the right times.”

The guide warned them: “If you don’t penetrate the rain forest, it will penetrate you.”

Only Lilliputians try to make Lilliputians feel bad about being lilliputian.

In the city a father told a son:
“You’re not a man until you can lay on the floor all day and stare at the TV.”
“What does that prove?!” challenged the boy.
“It proves you belong here.”

(Correction to a previous story.)
How Words Won’t Lie Even When You Want Them To.
Three out of every ten teen suicides involve the attempted loss of life.

How Talk Can Make You Want To Bite Its Head Off.
“There are at least two ways of doing everything.”
“The right way and wrong way?”
“No, but there are two ways of guessing what the two ways are.”

Everybody wants something –
they can’t help it –
they’re everybody.

According to myth in one land: everyone is a myth.

Says one man: “I knew it was all over and that I had really gotten old
when I would be drinking and for the first time in my entire life suddenly think:
‘I’ve had enough’ – and would stop!
God! if only something similar would happen regarding my ordinary
state of consciousness.”

Standing in the electronics department was a gent who said:
“The best part of repeating yourself is that no one ever notices,”
and his partner added: “Least of all you.”

Standing in the electronics – Hey! – don’t try to pull that crap here!

Construction companies that operate beyond the confines of three dimensions
can produce work you wouldn’t believe.

As he passed, one man whispered:
“The most fun about being yourself is that it’s so funny.”

“Remember,” noted the instructor in Other Worldly Economics,
“if you own the entire supply – you don’t need to keep track of inventory,”
and only one kid in the class grasped that this had something to do with consciousness and ideas.

The head of one religion was asked why its priests wore such outlandish costumes
that seem to serve no discernible purpose, and he replied: “That’s an easy one:

The iffier the mess – the spiffier the dress.”

When facts are not flexible – acts can seem intolerable.
Note: Eels survived – the Trojan horse didn’t.

In a land of ever-shifting-patterns – there is no king supreme;
thus is the beauty of patterns and the power of constant movement.

There is an integrity to willful silence that cannot come from any engineering.

A chap in the city who admits to a tendency toward depression
says he keeps his spirits up by reminding his self that someday a famous celebrity may hit him with their car.

Definition.
Facts: The supreme human entertainment.

The conductor mentioned to several passengers during his ticket taking that
Low-expectations regarding man’s ordinary thinking was just a smart-ass way of saying: proper-expectations.

Often when he passes one of those cheap commercial public mirrors and sees his distorted reflection therein, this one guy will usually chuckle and say to his self:
“And the funny part is: it’s so right on.”

Surveying the land of library, one fellow concludes:
“Man’s Social Sciences are a growing city’s covert diaper service.
(Like how believing is the overflow of thinking.)”

Being able to be completely happy at home alone may be the ultimate city triumph.

J