Jan Cox Talk 3321

Only Humans Can Live in Fear of Being Alive


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Notes by TK

To say more than “damn!” (with repetition if necessary) when you learn about the death of a loved one is to begin to talk about your own feelings, not to speak of the dead; we weep for ourselves, not the dead. How can anybody be surprised at the behavior of anyone else?: via the idea of illusory-freewill. In consequence, men try fruitlessly to live a life other than what they are in pure animal temperament.

Only humans can live in fear of being alive. Consider: Life has instilled the notion of freewill in man to make it seem more conscious to itself than it actually is. (31:59) #3321

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

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The Unherdable’s Range Guide
JULY 4, 2005 © 2005 JAN COX
When Distracted Consciousness Hears About The City,
It Does Not Realize What It Is Actually Being Told Of

All ideas that are actually alive are pregnant;
this is what makes the merry-go-round – go round.
(Only doughnuts that are filled with explosives can be dangerous & used as weapons;
only doughnuts that are filled with explosives are nourishing & can be profitably eaten.)

Concerning The Show Biz Strain Between Hormones & Neurons.
If your mind has no sense of rhythm,
it better have a sense of humor.
(“Can you take-me-to-the-bridge from here?”
Only if you’ll jump.)

On one world, the final question presented on their Ultimate Quiz Show was: “Contestants, the answer to our grand prize, final question will be either:
a noun – or a verb – now which is it?”

An unseeded city historian remarked:
“Culturally – we are what we forget.”

In a finite universe, some systems collide and some do not and even those that don’t, do.

Warning: Adjectives and adverbs with no place to go might come to your house!

He walked out on stage before the audience that had filled the arena and said:
“Let me get directly to the point and tell you: I have no point,”
and everyone present in him recognized them.

As he slipped into an obscure corner of the library and lay down to rest his self on the floor, the man advised his self: “Why play hardball if your own head is the court!?”

“Just think,” said a citizen to a visitor as they walked, arm in arm,
looking at the houses in a typical residential neighborhood,
“the beauty of the city is that both extreme sloppiness and obsessive neatness
are signs that some one lives there.”
Another story from the synaptic streets of man’s settled & civilized neural dominion.

Back To Hormones & Neurons.
The most potentially dangerous ill for a nervous-system-rebel is sequential thought
(it’s actually sequential feelings, but who the hell wants to contend with an
unhinged Mary when you have a docile Lamb to kick around).

On one world the most popular TV game show is: “What Do You Hate.”
(Well, at least titularly they’ve progressed from an earlier hit: “Who Do You Hate.”)

While leaned against a tree in city park, a chap who had long imagined his self becoming a renowned spiritual guru, said to his self:
“It‘s arduous enough establishing a whole new river of thought, but my god!
even more difficult is getting others to put their canoes therein,”
he paused for a moment, then added the note:
“Hell! – it’s hard to find anybody who even has a canoe!”

The history of ideas in man’s second-reality is a record of leap frog.

Some Perhaps, Encouraging News Involving The City.
Before he got all the way downtown – one guy dropped his self off.

By the sun arises the first-reality;
the second, by man’s tongue.

On the family coat of arms he ordered through the internet,
one local deity had inscribed the motto:
“Being God Is Never Having To Ask Anyone What Annoys Them.”

Anyone who will say: “Hormones made me do it” – and stick to it! –
is not fully city-fied.
(There must always be room for neurons in any second-reality exculpatory explanation.)

The name of ordinary thought is: Reconciliation —
of rebel thought: Incineration.

Bit Of A Dialogue.
“Every time you take a bite of man’s collective talk-pie, you want another bite –
then another.”
“You mean when the mind takes a bite!?”
“Yeah…….didn’t I say mind?……I said mind….I’m sure I said mind…..
you must have misheard me….”

Some Second-Reality Health News.
The Mayor of one city has proposed legislation that would prohibit the asking of rhetorical questions of those prone to migraines.

In advanced realities they don’t have to wax the dance floor,
and in even more advanced ones – you can’t even see it.

“Wiggle room,” says one man, “wiggle room is what everyone needs.”
(He by the way, is the same guy who used to promote the idea of tight jackets for all.)
Question: Are you certain that you can spot progress when you hear of it?
Come now, how do you even know what it is.

Conversational Fragment.
“One way to tell that you’re not as asleep as you used to be is if now no one can
put the shuck on you but you.”
“Your mind, you mean!?”
“I didn’t say mind!?….well I certainly meant mind….”

Ordinary men will confess to anything but the truth.

Whenever he is quick enough and can remember to do so, one man will insert
an extraneous word in whatever his automatic thoughts are saying.
(This is the same guy who previously worked to extract same from his own speech.)

One man says he can no longer listen to the radio:
“There are way too many stations.”

Dab Of A Discourse.
“Only two things can make you ill: what you eat and what you think.”
“What about germs?”
“Wow! – I’ve never thought of that! Are you a spiritual teacher?”

Anatomy Update.
The part of the brain that is man’s natural mind consists of two gears.


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