What if Life Doesn’t Know What It’s Going to Say Next?
Summary = See below
Condensed News = See below
News Item Gallery = None
Transcript = None
Key Words =
Notes by TK
When a man has a thought and/or opens his mouth to speak, he is giving vent to one six-billionth of Life’s mind. What if Life has no more notion of what it’s going to say next than does a man? Like the gears in a child’s quacking duck pull-toy—just two, both simple and crude—men’s minds are driven by Life with equivalent engineering: linear motion in one direction is converted into another direction, of only binary possibilities (e.g., left and right). (39:14) #3281
Jan’s Daily Fresh Real News (to accompany this talk)
PSYCHOLOGISTS AND ZOOLOGISTS
CONSIDER SWAPPING NAMES
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
APRIL 1, 2005 © 2005: JAN COX
Man’s mind is the ultimate prestidigitator:
with nary a false move, right before your very eyes, turning nothing into something, with many of the somethings being apparently of more importance than actual things;
without this be so, there would be no civilization and technology;
without this be so, the certain-few would not be in secret rebellion.
It has been said there are two types of truth: self-evident and learned;
if this be so, into which category does this assertion go?
The truths which support man’s second-reality are inadequate outside their domain.
(“Why not tell the truth and include inside as well.”)
“In one land, rumors of tumors are as good as the actual things.”
“Would that be the land-of-ordinary-thought?”
“Damn! you’re good.”
All cows have a herd in their head – that’s what makes them cows;
all ordinary men think via man’s collective mind –
which keeps them from individually realizing what’s really going on.
In the city, what is required to be a leader other than to be mean, petty,
and without any taste or talent?
Your enemies cry out for help to obviously spurious gods.
To be of cow-mind is to be forever in the right –
that’s what makes being bovine worthwhile.
An easily describable difference between the ordinary and the few is that the former unhesitatingly accept Life as being something quite apart from themselves.
To be disgusted at the blatant stupidity of others is to make a sheep proud.
The idea that the King can do no wrong and is free from all laws is necessary for
the operation of an absolute monarch (also for the survival of man’s ordinary
state of consciousness).
What is commerce but civilized warfare (same as socializing twix cows and sheep).
Another example of the exceptional perspective of a man trying to
solve-the-Great-mystery would be that in his investigation he will eventually feel
the need to seek a yardstick in a larger size.
No discovery is worthy the name for a rebel that does not result in a face-wide grin.
War is life rearranging its mortal clothing.
The rebel’s problem with man’s ordinary consciousness is that a cow cannot think of more than one thing at a time.
You have to break some men to make an omelet.
To usefully rebel, you cannot pay even partial homage to an autocrat;
the true outlier is always against man’s established consciousness.
“If it is natural to ordinary men – I by nature, privately resist it.”
Follow Up To A Previous Story.
To the certain-man, thinking of one thing at a time is not thinking.
If a real rebel were asked what he truly wanted, his reply would be: “More.”
The best that can be said about the future as conceived by ordinary minds
is that it never arrives.
One way to tell that a true nervous-system-rebel is at work is that no hostilities
have been declared.
To be ordinary is to be able to say with a straight face:
“I have never said anything privately to myself that did me harm.”
Just as there are no drunks, but only men suffering from an alcohol deficiency,
are there really none who are dumb?
Cows see the bovinian world quite nicely – what else can you ask for!?
Don’t let your inner populace say anything you wouldn’t,
(aka: The real rebel doesn’t listen to anybody).
Has not Life made man ergonomically efficient –
and for whose benefit do you suppose?
Sheep do not trouble themselves trying to see beyond the affairs of woolyland.
If you can be typed, classified or otherwise identified, you can be captured, domesticated and led unknowingly to the inner slaughter.
If a moo is requested – and you oblige – kiss your ass good bye.
Never confuse routine mortal thought with anything important.
Four or five words strung together in an original manner can mean more to an inner rebel than a thousand libraries.
Ordinary memory is a foregone conclusion.
Whenever you are feeling high-&-mighty, and on-top-of-the-human-game,
remember this: Everything you possess is used.
The energies that run man’s second-reality are all recycled; it can be no other way;
realizing this alters radically one’s understanding of this wondrous realm.
If the certain-man had a permanent slogan it would be: “More!”
Trains allowed to roll backwards are made up of only sleeping cars.