The Cure For Contradictions Is Additional Dimensions
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Notes by TK
Man is born into a finite environment with a built-in spatial orientation guidance system. Equally inborn is a feeling of the need to seek guidance from external sources in order to properly live life. To the Few, this is a sad paradox. (43:27) #3291
Jan’s Daily Fresh Real News (to accompany this talk)
CONSCIOUSNESS STILL NOT CALLED TO TESTIFY AT TRIAL
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The Primer For Priming The Peculiar Witness
APRIL 25, 2005 © 2005 JAN COX
A father said to a son: “Try with every ounce of mental energy in you to get it straight and remember: Everything every man knows about intangible matters,
the talking part of his consciousness (at Life’s behest) made up.
Try to see this for yourself so that you can never forget it, or you ultimately waste your time attempting to crack-the-case — it will crack you.”
One man’s message to his mind: “Say something new or stay quiet.”
(Guess you can file that under: Wishful Thinking.)
In his comments, the visiting speaker employed the phrase: “in the meantime,”
and a voice from the audience shouted: “Hell man –
this is a busy place; around here we can’t afford any ‘meantime.’”
(Most of a real-man’s mind is taken up by his mind.)
Only the dead fear change.
A tree taken from France to Spain is still a tree;
if you think the same is true for an idea — your dictionary needs watering.
Some are quite startled by even the invitation.
Remember this regarding all second-reality games:
If you can’t lose it – you can’t play it.
(At least in some respects, the city displays solid consistency.)
After taking his personal survey of history, one man declared:
“Now that all the great stuff has already been done – let the criticism begin!”
The more turgid a system of ideas, the greater need for good P.R.
Some parts of the human extravaganza still aren’t up-to-speed,
and any area of your mind that finds fault therewith, is one of the parts.
The greatest aid to repentance is inconvenience.
One man says that the worst part of not needing glasses is that
you can’t stop and seem to adjust them at awkward moments.
The cure for all contradictions is additional dimensions.
When you realize that you’re not behind – you don’t have to try to catch-up.
Everything’s fair game where actual thinking is not an extinct species.
Any intangible you think of that can satisfactorily be divided into two parts
is a delusion you’re suffering.
There are no institutions, movements or philosophies
apart from the humans who support them;
man’s second-reality (without man) vanishes in a trice.
Posits one fellow: “It’s tough to be memorable while you’re still alive.”
Do You Really Think For Yourself?
Why rake the leaves in someone else’s yard?
Even ideas that seem impossible can tell you something.
One King made note to his self that once you’re on stage
you better have either a talent, a cause, or a claque.
If the authorities begin to get suspicious – go on vacation.
Anyone who will tell you what’s wrong with you
doesn’t know what (if anything) is wrong with you.
If you’re going out to really play — you can go as far out as you like.
One father’s advice to a son:
“Never be a public promoter of any second-reality activity.”
In some places it gets later before it gets any earlier.
After listening to the patient’s ramblings for a reasonable length of time,
the mind-doctor announced:
“Your telling me that you don’t care whether you lose-your-mind or not,
reveals to me, one of two possibilities – neither of which are safe to relay to you.”
(Then on a prescription pad wrote: “Think about it.”)
A rebel’s mind & what it thinks about is like romeo & juliet:
a peanut butter & jelly sandwich.
Insists one fellow: “Some of what I say is based on stuff I actually know – really!”
One of man’s main responsibilities is to make all the human stories fit the headlines
Life provides, even while he has no idea what he’s doing or what it all means.
(If ordinary people truly understood what they’re being forced to do,
they’d be ashamed to accept the pay they receive.
“PAY!? — what pay?!”)
A Man’s Residence.
The landscape says it all.
(“I expect you refer to the inner one.”)
The limits of thought are where your thinking puts them.
One man won’t make a move without it.
A man who knows-his-place will always have a place,
(if that’s of any tepid consolation).
When you have perfect pitch you don’t have to sing to yourself.
No matter where you are in the city, a ghetto is always nearby.
Nothing so annoys one man as the familiar.
One chap privately noted to his self: “Any friend of me is no friend of mine.”
Only the dead and the dying fear change.
If the inner rebellion were any more secretive,
even those involved wouldn’t know about it.