Acts Can Be Warranted—Facts, No
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Notes by TK
Men are not dissatisfied, LIFE is. Considering that Life tells you what you think and how you feel (e.g., opinion), what does Life NOT provide for you in this regard that might allow some satisfaction in your life? What is Life leaving out which may furnish satisfaction for you? (38:28) #3282
Jan’s Daily Fresh Real News (to accompany this talk)
THE LESS YOU SEE —
THE MORE YOU TALK
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The Rebel’s Radical Challenge To All His Senses
APRIL 4, 2005 © 2005: JAN COX
On The Slopes.
The so-called thinking that goes on in ordinary men’s brains is like an avalanche
that repeats itself daily.
In what kingdom can being myopic affect your appreciation of music?
One guy says he would confide more in his self – if he thought it’d do any good.
Acts can be warranted – facts, no.
Emotions and thoughts spoil at different rates.
You know the end is near when the son asks the father:
“Would you like to know what I think of you?”
Proverb Update For Those In The City.
There’s no time like the present (except for the past and future).
About what other than war and thinking can it be said that even if you bemoan its commencement, you can still dread its end.
One way to increase your possibility of having a real self is to not have any particular attitude toward yourself.
One man insisted: “My phone is tapped,” and when someone pointed out that he didn’t have a phone he countered: “Okay: my brain is tapped,”
and even his closest acquaintances didn’t have a come-back for that.
“I once heard a physician say that the best part of his job was getting to stick his fingers in people’s various openings and them having to put up with it.”
“Did you say physician, or priest?”
The real jokers of the world you may never hear laugh.
So expresses one chap’s military strategy: “At Court, go straight for the King;
on the battlefield, go after the shortest soldiers first.”
The invention of official titles grew out of two central human needs:
to conceal embarrassment and camouflage incompetence.
The infantry of one land’s army all wear pilot’s helmets.
Play-offs mean nothing to second-reality teams.
One man decided to have a different mood for every day of the week.
(He admits his use of the word decided entails a wee bit of poetic license.)
Dying will not necessarily affect your standing in second-reality.
Those who publicly proclaim that they have discovered The Truth,
do so with a particular audience already in mind.
A man said to his dog:
“If you think you’re cute now – you should’ve seen you when you were a pup.”
(“Did you say he said that to his dog, or his mind?”)
Neurons In Capes.
A certain small college incapable of matching the salaries of larger universities
was still able to attract faculty by allowing every professor to assign to his self
a super-hero nickname and to his course, a sloganeering description of how
it combats evil.
The real jokers of the world you may never see acknowledge the laughter
their comments incite.
If being a common man were as great as ‘tis alleged,
men wouldn’t feel the need to continually make note thereof.
If pushed far enough, everyone has a vague memory of killing someone.
In this one land, whenever the King says anything, everyone nods their head as though they understand completely what he said – whether they do or not –
since, as any insightful person knows, it doesn’t matter anyhow.
Those who see the difference between instruction and talent may possess some of
How To Tell.
You’re of ordinary consciousness if you don’t know where you’ve been all day.
The more asleep you are, the angrier you are about being asleep.
What a man says is only important if he’s shooting for a spot in Bartlett’s.
Roosters (and other dumb creatures) love the sound of their voice –
geniuses don’t pay any attention.
And a chap wondered: “Can you walk that tricky, complex, and uncharted path
with your eyes closed?” That depends on which eyes you’re speaking of.
“It’s as bad to be too hot as it is to be too cold.”
“No it’s not.”
“Oh! – thanks for straightening me out.”
One man has developed his own personal neural procedure which he calls the Vagabond Variation, whereby whenever he has a really good thought –
he leaves town.
One group was urged to embrace their indigenous religion on the basis that:
“If you don’t live by your local beliefs, you’ll tasty gamy when the gods eat you.”
Through the p.a. came the announcement:
“It has come to our attention that recently several attempts have been made —