Jan Cox Talk 3285

Study the Part of Mind Interested in Something–Not the Something

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4/11/05:
Notes by TK

Man looks externally to his mind for knowledge re: secondary matters. This is useless. The only knowledge that will awaken is that already in your own head. Study the part of your mind that is interested in some secondary matter, not the secondary matter that it is interested in. (45:16) #3285

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Speaking To The Willful Strays Since 1864
APRIL 11, 2005 © 2005: JAN COX

Mused a chap sitting on a hill above the Hormel spread: “From a certain perspective
it would seem that the only ones fully prepared for the future are the dead.”
Though the city condemns physical homicide, it is begrudgingly accepted as
an indigenous feature of the human condition, but there is one form of murder
that man’s inner-reality absolutely will not, cannot tolerate.
While Life shows no signs of being in toto suicidal,
it does allow for a certain kind of apoptosis by a certain few of its cells –
this is where the nervous-system-rebel comes in.

All explanations are ex post facto – just what one would suspect,
but quite insufficient for the certain-man’s goal.

As he was reflecting on his own inner, mass-produced sense-of-a-self,
one man recently muttered:
“There may well be something to the idea of reincarnation,
‘cause it’s hard to believe that a person can get so stupid in just one lifetime.”

One man observes:
“In man’s second-reality, looking around can get you down.”

All It Takes.
When one human claims that some unseen something exists,
it will cause other humans – with no additional evidence –
to immediately begin seriously debating whether it does or not.
(Is it any wonder that man’s inner-only-reality has been on such an expansion spree
for the last five thousand years.)

Metaphors are to reality as dogs are to wolves.

Casinos, Show Biz & Synapses.
In the city the only difference between the act in the lounge and the one in the
main room is location (but in some areas, location is everything).

Small bullets can still make for large deaths.

No amount of observation will ever encompass all possible realities unless
the observation includes the observer.

There is one obscure locale where no one wants to be seen in public.

Says one man in the city: “I think I’ve got it figured out: life here is a talent show,
and the first prize is the awareness that all prizes are meaningless.”

A lad asked his dad:
“Is anything truly illusory?”
“Not if you think it.”

Man’s second, inner reality is to first, physical reality as a psychological analysis of Socrates is to Socrates.

There’s this one guy who is so far behind the times that to check on the weather,
rather than turning on the TV weather channel, or consulting one of the all-news
radio stations, he steps outside to see for his self.
(This is not how the city prospers and grows.)

Trying to crack-the-case is the only mortal activity in which to do-it-right,
you must do it as is right for you —
and no one knows what that is –
including you.
(And this is not the sort of stuff that interests the city at all.)

The more complex a matter seems – the more alive it appears to an ordinary mind;
the more alive a mind becomes – the simpler becomes everything.

Consider for yourself: What is memory in its activity concerning man’s
inner-only world, but the re-fighting of previous, meaningless battles?

No one wants to ask a cross-eyed man for a urine sample.

What makes city life acceptable to ordinary men-&-minds is having rules
and standards to live by that come from sources outside themselves.
(Wouldn’t you love to hear them attempt an explanation of this to a lion.)

Somewhere down the road (for those who persevere) it will strike you that
everything worthwhile you know — you got from you.

When wearing new shoes, a cross-eyed man doesn’t want to give a urine sample.

Past The Relative.
The few alone discover the only absolute-realm, where (curiously enough)
no absolutes exist.

One chap’s latest conclusion: “Everything is beside-the-point.”

To ordinary minds, yesterday is always the golden-age;
thus men’s memory never gets any better in its lifetime.
(To solve-the-mystery, your mind must escape the normal concepts of time.)

For as long as you don’t catch on – you remain a critic.
Legend on one world says that every five hundred years or so Life wonders for a bit whether human consciousness is just something it has imagined.

When you’re from out of town, you don’t need to know the correct local time.
(The man who’s cracked-the-case flies on his own private airline.)

The apparent power exercised by man’s inner-only world is only local;
the daydreams of house cats have no pertinence to lions,
and the thoughts that populate the city area of his consciousness are of no relevance
to the man who has fled to other territories.

If you find the activity of any group of people outside you more interesting than
the activity inside you – you are not on-the-case.
(Note: There are the naturally homeless — and then the willfully so.)

A man with no reflection needs no mirror.

J

A man’s natural-born self cleans-up nicely only in his own imagination.