Jan Cox Talk 3319

What Don’t You Have, But Which You Are Absolutely Sure You Do?


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Notes by TK

Civilization would not be possible without the concept of freedom of will. Men do not have free will but believe, all their live-long lives, that they do. (35:11) #3319

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

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Complex Clues To The Simple News
JUNE 29, 2005 © 2005 JAN COX

One day while sitting by a castle window, a King mused aloud to his Chamberlain:
“You know, the greatest possible insult to The Crown might be in having
the obvious pointed out,” to which his aide responded:
“Aye, but it could also be the most helpful.”
When you have a one-cell creature piloting a ship,
don’t be expecting much in the way of exotic travels.

Life’s own blood, flowing through man, carries within it a coded message:
“If it can be done tomorrow – it can be done.”
Note: This is also known to some city sandlotters as: “If I dream it – I will come,”
while the rebel’s tacit version thereof is: “If I build it – I will come” –
it’s always a man’s choice: imaginary action, or actually getting dirt on your uniform.

The Judicial Machinery In The City.
Several of those executed Friday were later tried on Monday.
(There are rumors flying about which say that the Mayor was responsible for this
in retaliation for his continually receiving requests to sing songs he doesn’t know.
Well, if true, they had to come from people outside the city –
you were just about to say that, right!?)
Putting carts before horses is a specialty of man’s second-reality.
Some Literary (If Not Linguistic) News.
In some lands, turning proverbs inside-out is a Class Three misdemeanor.

A father told a son:
“In man’s mental-only-world, all necessary foolishness is harmless foolishness.”
“I don’t get it.”
“It means: Don’t hassle the idiots.”
“O! – as in: ‘It might rub off on you’?”
“That too.”
Fact: It is impossible for the rebel to overdo, minding-his-own-business.
“And sweet-how-it-is (eh pa pa!?) that he alone of men understands
what his business IS!?”
“Ummm, I guess, ‘sweet’ might cover it.”

“Only the certain-man will dig ditches in a monsoon.”
“How about a fool?”
“Why thank you — I’ll take two to go.”

Surveying yesterday’s ruins can muck up today’s construction.
(“Hey Luke – does my mind appear to be in plumb?”)

If you turn your mental sight beyond physics & astronomy,
you can see human thought as the ultimate example of the time-reversible –
and of specific interest is that while thoughts can run forward or backward,
only the thinker himself can tell which is in play at the moment.
(though the ordinary seldom even notice).

One god finally agreed to invest in the local humans’ proposed new business
after he learned they planned to name it: The Not-To-Worry Company.

At The Fair (And Other Unfair Places).
One man had three legs,
and to keep all the competitions on equitable ground,
he never mentioned the fact TO his competitors.
(“And you’re saying that accomplished some beneficial purpose!?”
Try it in your mental-only-reality and see for yourself.
And a guy with an armload of sacks passing by muttered:
“Ah! – the old: ‘Bliss-through-blindness’ gambit.”)

The rebel’s thinking is not unlike a tiger sandwich –
the snack that can eat YOU.

Here for you, at no charge, courtesy of Jan’s Daily News, is a quite potent
three-word magical verbal talisman for use in the city in the pursuit of success there:
“Talking always helps.”

After struggling for many years to achieve enlightenment, a carpenter sighed: “I’m plumb wore out.”

Only dummies made to say so by the ventriloquist speak of reinventing themselves,
since they had no hand in the original creation, which they would realize
if they had any individual sense.

Forget The Naysayers: Presenting The Fully Functional
Perpetual Motion Machine.
Once a voice criticizes some matter in man’s second-reality – the game is on!
Then another voice appears that criticizes the initial criticism,
followed by a third voice which criticizes the second one, ad infinitum,
setting up the possibility that the original matter itself is now only mentioned collaterally amidst the flurry of criticism-of-criticism.

What a game! – and there is no objective reason for it ever ending.

One Knight planned his own funeral: a variation of the ancient viking ceremony,
but in his case he directed that his lifeless thoughts be placed in his dead mind, set on fire and pushed out to see.

Under the floor of his house, one man had a hole, into which he threw everything
he had no use for, everything unwanted (what the ordinary call, garbage);
he would toss something in there, slam the trap door shut, and never think of it again, until one day a visiting relative told him: “You fool! – that hole’s your mind!”
(Question: How actually appropriate may be the old bromide:
“Out of sight – out of mind”? Repeat it to yourself several times after re-reading
the above story, then thoroughly consider the two key words therein.)

One man had the brainstorm of painting all his original thoughts
in the brightest colors available in his local electromagnetic spectrum;
he himself eventually disappeared amidst the splendor of the brilliance.


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