Jan Cox Talk 3290

Real Thinking Leaves No Residue and So Light It Leaves No Shadow


The following recordings are from Jan’s final years, when his voice was diminished and he spoke in a low whisper. Some listeners may find these tapes hard to listen to, or difficult to understand. Thus, as another option, transcripts are being made and will be posted.

Otherwise, turn up the volume and enjoy! Those who carefully listened to Jan during this period consider that he spoke plainly and directly to the matter at hand, “pulling out all the stops,” as he understood that these were to be his last messages to his groups, and to posterity.

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Notes by TK

An ordinary mind doesn’t think; it is an outlet for Life’s thinking. The grist of all talk is reiteration , however varied, of already established positions; nothing fresh, it’s all rehash. Another feature of the mind’s thinking: the mind “grasps” i.e., comprehends, but also ‘grasps” a la grasping at straws. What is required is thinking that is “so light it leaves no shadow”; thinking so precise and laser-like it has no residue to later re-attract and entangle in rehash.

Real thinking lightly, thoroughly encompasses a subject, comprehends it then abandons it for fresh subjects; ordinary thinking stumbles around and against it like Frankenstein’s monster or an iron moth endlessly clanking/fluttering against the light. (41:24) #3290

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

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Speaking The Language The Few’s Longed To Hear
APRIL 22, 2005 © 2005 JAN COX
Make Your Brain Work Other Than It Does Automatically When
It Reads & You Will See What These Stories Are Really About

A father told a son:
“Although he certainly can be physically injured and killed,
the rebel’s special inner world can not be so easily damaged or impaired.”
“Is that important to know.”
“Probably not.”
“You just thought I would enjoy hearing it!?”

Anyone in a system-for-living is in prison.
Much of what Life finds efficient is to the certain-man, the antithesis of liberating.

The looming threat throughout the city is that the inhabitants
won’t take it seriously enough.

Those who don’t-get-it — don’t get it in a big way.

“Comfort,” confides one chap, “comes in two flavors:
a right cross and a left hook.”

One fellow, who for some time had been boasting of having lived through
the Dark Ages, is now being accused by some of having caused them.

The following line is from one city poet’s latest major work:
“True love always runs at right angles.”

The newest toy on one world is Rubber Reality.

Under local conditions there never seems to be any let-up;
what keeps city life pumped up is the pressure.
Man’s second-reality is the place on this planet where the ball is responsible for blowing itself up.

Emotions don’t make mistakes – people do.

The critic can never see the entirety of his subject,
and ordinary artists always think the canvas runs out before it actually does.

Position’s not everything, but juxta position is.

At a certain crossroads in his life a man stopped to ponder:
“Would you use a cheap gauge to check the pressure in expensive tires?”

This email just in:
“Some times I feel confused when reading your Daily News,
and some times I feel so, just on my own;
I sense a difference in the two? Anything to suggest?
Sincerely,” etc.

The Neural Wars.
The locals are always the first conscripted.

One man’s view: “If it’s not paradoxical, it’s not even doxical.
If it doesn’t doubly bamboozle ordinary minds, I have no interest in hearing about it.”

Fun is what you have with others; satisfaction is what you have alone.

Anything men think of (if it hangs around long enough) will seem useful to someone.
“So you’re saying that anything – no matter how ridiculous – that a man may say, someone else will eventually deem significant.”
We’re talking city life hittin’ on all twelve cylinders.

From amidst all the turmoil and confusion, a voice was faintly heard:
“Okay, then tell me this: If I’m not responsible for all of this – who is?”

Above the bar in a certain saloon not far from here hangs a sign:
“If We Can’t Feed Certain Substances To Our Brains Which Make Us Once Again Feel Like Raging Beasts – How Will City Life Be Tolerable!?”
A beer distributor asked a priest:
“You ever notice how some things are so true, they seem silly,
and some things are so silly they seem true.”

It doesn’t matter what you say or do unless what you say and do matters……..to you.

Not all problems will go away if you simply ignore them –
but all the really good ones will.
If Jack doesn’t periodically look in on the Giant, the story begins to fall apart.

If they question you in Spanish – reply in German.

In city dramas, the only difference between an opponent and a proponent
is the spelling of their names.

A real man doesn’t make excuses – he understands that none are actually required.

Public graffito recently spotted:
“First Life handed man religion: to condemn him,
then psychiatry: to excuse him – Mein Got! – what’s next?!”

Silence can be the ultimate explanation.

Power doesn’t seek its own level, but rather that of others —
and then for the purpose of overrunning theirs.

The cleverest expression in the human language is: “You could say…”

Life In The Ballroom.
Even before the last song is played and the final dance announced,
most people wish they were already back home.

There’s no denying it: being ordinary is a funny feeling (once you’re out from under it).

If, on the listing decks, discourses spontaneously break out concerning
“God’s unfathomable will” you can be pretty sure there are no lifeboats.

Instead of opinions, one man has an open sore.

From The Mental Kitchen.
Left-overs have a mind of their own.

To be militantly opposed to something is to be captured by it.

One entity says to another:
“You tell me your troubles then I’ll tell you your troubles.”
A man with two names has double-trouble from the get-go.
A test: is what’s going on in your consciousness a dialogue or a monologue?
Are you talking to yourself, or are you listening to you doing so?

One guy’s motto: “Don’t care about nuthin’ ‘cept what you care about.”

People with no idea of what’s going on
certainly have no idea what descriptions of it would actually sound like.

You can assume that you have made some movement when you reach
an inner position whereat you couldn’t look back even if you wanted to.