Real Thinking Has Thrown All Maps Away
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Notes by TK
Freedom in the primary world is quite restricted; absolute rules govern what is possible. There is however, a freedom available in the second reality beyond that of the primary reality. Everybody would agree that they are free to think anything they want to, right? But this is the de facto assumption of ownership/creation of what merely appears willy nilly in their brains. REAL creative thinking, such as that which produced the Tao Te Ching, is possible in virtually no man.
Non-binary thought is the rarest of the rare, and though the brain is capable of it, Life instills in men the urge to seek and cleave to external maps, precluding the exercise of REAL thinking. The great attraction of secondary reality is its seeming infinite expanse for free play vs. the closely circumscribed, claustrophobic primary reality. The only real freedom is freedom from all outsourced, derivative, reiterative thought. (47:33) #3295
Jan’s Daily Fresh Real News (to accompany this talk)
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Those who take being-alive seriously eventually write poetry,
and those who write poetry eventually speak of god,
and those who speak of god eventually proclaim impending disasters, and those
who proclaim impending disasters will give large numbers of people the willies.
Such are just some of the many benefits of treating being-alive seriously.
Whilst waiting on a corner, one fellow made this pronouncement:
“If it be correct what I have heard, that: ‘The Truth has no author,’
then I say that all of the royalties veracity has accumulated over these
thousands of years should be divided amongst us unusually insightful folk.”
(He then damn-near stepped in front of a bus.)
When you’re already at home, you don’t have far to go.
While Life doesn’t skimp on providing man with a bountiful portion of itching,
an equal amount of scratching appears unlikely to be forthcoming.
Conversation heard after an unexpected encounter between the two:
An older neural voice says: “I can’t begin to express how much I have enjoyed this,”
and a fresher one replies: “I know.”
Heads Up To Neo-Adams.
Naming a newly discovered creature kills it.
Expansion Of An Earlier Story.
A man-who-understands-what’s-going-on can put words on the indescribable
without doing it harm.
Notes one chap: “Everything reminds me of something.”
All rebel activity begins as a metaphor; that is not however how it concludes.
(Most who delve into it a bit don’t stick around long enough to see the finish.)
Believing in things you can’t see helps keep you blind.
Regarding the Great Silent Secret, so mused one man:
“If I don’t say it – I’ll never hear it.”
(He subsequently revised that to: “If I DO say it — I’ll never get it,” then later, back again.)
Doing everything at once saves you from having to do one thing at a time.
If you believe that the way in which you express The Truth is the only way,
you don’t have a clue as to what this activity is really about.
One chap’s ultimate self-diagnosis: “Just being alive makes me dizzy.”
A philanthropist announced that he was prepared to give away everything he had
if others would do likewise, and an ole sorehead in the back of the room muttered:
“No problem,” noting that he was also quite willing to give away everything
the other man had.
Outside the physical realm the idea of helping-others is largely illusory,
(unless you count the rebel’s daring deed).
At one time, words believed they had a monopoly on metaphors.
People who are serious about being alive, have Life’s best interests at heart,
(they just don’t realize it).
There is no conflict taking place that demands your individual presence.
Whenever he would hear men attempting to console one another
regarding some specific incident with the notion: “It will all be all right later,”
he always wondered why they don’t make note that everything will be all right later.
(Distracted men live exclusively in the local.)
The certain man never pretends unless he really means it.
Regarding Where The Action Really Is.
The true battle zone,
to the common, remains unknown.
A rebel’s own efforts are his best company.
If you’re told: “Come back when you can stay longer” – don’t leave.
The invisible script contains the directions most daunting.
Knowing, Beyond The Ordinary Man’s Realm.
The rebel’s supreme intellectual strength is in variation – not duplication.
A son said to a father:
“Even if there is no profitable, individual reason to take your being-alive seriously,
isn’t there something worth taking seriously?”
“You better know it! — though but a few men even realize what it is.”
Little things mean a lot,
if little things are all you’ve got.
“No matter where you are, or what you have experienced,
the biggest surprise is always yet to come.”
“But that is literally impossible.”
“Boy, are you in for a surprise.”
Muses one chap (scratching his head in city park): “Some things around here
make more sense than others……….not a lot more, but seemingly some.”
Whenever he’d be approaching a mirror and catch a glimpse of his self,
one man would always say: “Watch it! – here comes old what’s-his-name.”
Said a father to a son: “There is a place that no one knows about – but that’s okay – no one wants to go there.”
(And the lad understood that his pater was talking about ordinary people.)
Its everyday use can be described in many ways,
but the purpose of talk remains the same – talk!
Measured by the rebel’s evolutionary scale: only the retarded are serious.
If you listen only to songs you know,
eventually you don’t hear them — even when listening to them.
The losing side can still remain quite active.