Ignore Any Voice Defending Itself
#550 ** Sep 27, 1989 ** – 1:19
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :04.
Those who think anew are true artists and do not consider any info, any communication as irrelevant, impotent or useless regardless of its apparent impertinence to them personally. Everything said is an indirect mention, a commentary of something else. Therefore no communication is ever final—everything comments on everything else. There are absolute patterns amidst chaos; unadorned local specifics among the universal generalities.
Chaos is always just beyond the threshold of perception, vaguely looming in the wings off stage: it is the irrelevant. Local info is always disappointing when you expand your field of interest—it is invariably wrong because measured local conditions do not produce the weather, it only indirectly comments on it. Connection to: any artist who tells other “what he’s trying to do” (the ‘meaning’ of his art), doesn’t know what he’s doing. Internally, if you know what you’re doing there is no need to make running commentary on it.
Re: questions on the increased awareness of TD/The Dialogue. It seems to make the ambiguity worse, i.e., “which voice is the one I should listen to?”. Look at TD as Life talking to itself thru you and about you; at another level realize It makes you take it personally. Beyond that, understanding these former levels makes it possible to “eavesdrop” on Life’s conversation.
A way to act/TOA vis-a-vis TD: do not seriously entertain any voice that creates a continuing commentary, debate or defense of what it says. Give heed only to voices that chemically can proceed without internal babble. A Real Explorer doesn’t listen to babble; why would he want to?
And Kyroot Said…
On this one planet their topography is such that drawing the
line anywhereù requires decisions arbitrary.
An alien can tell you anythingù with impunity.
Those who don’t seek fame aren’t going down in history — at
least down very deep.
In this one sector of another galaxy, their concept of
mortality is summed up in a phrase they have, “Death for those
who think death.”
“What do you do?” “I’m an electrician.” “No?” “Yeah.”
“An electrician?” “Right.” “O.k., how do you convert amps to
watts?” “Hey, I said I was an electrician. I didn’t say I knew
what I was doing.”
Over in this one region the creatures explain things as a
means to help press the wrinkles out of their own understanding.
The only world earth people know is where action and
To compensate for the deficiencies in you people’s speakers,
amps and receivers, let me tell you in front that the following
is not really a note of discouraging dimensions, to wit: Just
because you lived through the worst doesn’t mean you’ve beenù
through the worst.
In this one place I once visited, the opposite of “hardest”
was, “the most profitable.”
A Real Explorer, or Revolutionist, couldn’t write fiction
even if he held a gun to his head.
I found something interesting on that little planet just
over that way. The creatures there tried their very best to
“figure out” what their existence was all about — until they
realized what they were doing.
This one guy would sometimes gaze off all around the
universe and mutter, “It’s allù friggin’ busy work.”
Oh, and there was this other guy I met that was cute: He’d
sometimes tell himself: “Don’t take it so seriously.” And then
at other times he’d have himself tell himù the same thing.
In most places, most creatures don’t care as much as
they’re made to say they do.
No doubt about it, the most comfortable avocation is to live
one’s life over.
The beings in this one certain galaxy are assured that
everyone blows their lines during the first run-through.
This one little alien kid said that once you’d counted as
high as you can go, it’s all down hill from there.
In every corner of creation are local stories about the
center-of-the-universe. Once you comprehend this you can move
Was Euclid actually wrong, or just now out voted?
In some parts of this system, the last act is the most