Life Runs an Information Cartel
#569 ** Nov 10. 1989 ** – 106
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :06. All systematic information aimed at expansion of the intellect does only one thing: push a local reality; it cannot offer a plurality. Such systems, in order to survive, must insist on its exclusivity of authority to reveal a new mode of reality which invalidates all others. This is a renewed narrowing of horizons for it cannot absorb opposition, non-joiners, critics which challenge its exclusivity.
Another way of viewing this: an info system cannot be twisted, interpreted so as to reach any conclusion that would be contrary to that belief/thought system’s premise, laws or tenets without destroying the system (or your own connection to it). Such destruction may foster new growth in another direction but the old order is destroyed. This Thing is the only exception, but note that it cannot exist as a system. The only real info has no premise, is useless and offers no ‘hope’.
The brain is not a free marketplace of ideas and info; it is a “shared monopoly”, a naturally arising conspiracy between the two organic components/agents inherent in any perceivable fission (such as truth vs. error) – i.e., only the appearance of competition exists. You are being manhandled by Life. Life is running an information cartel, is price-fixing info.
And Kyroot Said…
On this one planet, one of their more interesting customs is
that when one creature has offended another and in seeking
forgiveness asks, “What might I possibly do to make amends for my
transgression,” the aggrieved party responds, “Gimme seven
Part of a dialogue overheard in the transient sector:
“Every man was a child before he was a man.” “So what?” “‘So
what?’ My good man, do you not realize that a comment such as,
‘So what’ is a sure sign of lower class breeding, or else of
rabies?” …I couldn’t hear much after this, what with all the
growling and gun shots.
I heard of this one galaxy where celebrities were paid to
In a lot of places people’ll tell you almost anything to
either get you to listen to them, or else, to leave them alone.
One palid looking laddy said he wanted to go where “talking
is a team sport.”
There’s this one guy who sometimes looks at himself sorta
dead-ahead, and sez, “Look, I hate to bring this up, but…”
At unpredictable if not unacceptable times, this one fellow
was often heard to say, “I only have one question, and that is:
what is the question?”. And upon hearing this for the four
thousandth time, his brother would sometimes chuckle, and
sometimes he would not.
One little feller, just standing over there, said that at
times he felt like idiocy was a mountain climber, and he was the
One guy who had a brother denied it, and another guy who
didn’t, claimed to. It’s known as the Brother Gambit.
In some parts of some places, things abhorrent on a small
scale become dazzling on a larger one.
In the future people won’t actually believe they live where
Reading routine predictions of the future is almost as much
fun as not.
Portions of a conversation I picked up while visiting a
nearly near-by star: “That which is received is determined by
the nature of the receiver.” “So what?” “My dear sir, do you
not realize that by making such as statement as, ‘So what,’ you
have unwittingly exemplified the validity of my postulate?”
And then the other voice either said again, “So what,” or else
went, “Bow wow.” Was hard to tell.
It is firmly believed by some that eventually a man named
Phooey will be elected president.
One ole sorehead defined the creatures of his little planet
as “cannon guano.”
The motto of this one planet was, “Put everything back like
you found it,” while another’s was, “Rearrange all the
arrangements you find,” and a third world had as its, “Don’t pay
any attention to those other mottos.”
One fellow had as his sole, morning prayer, “Oh god, don’t
let me whine.”
Some phenomenon produces its own side effects that serve to
inhibit communication between those who experienced the phenom
and those who want to study it.
One voice said, “Our need for meaning is fulfilled by our
membership in the human race.” And a second voice looked at the
first for awhile, pondered the matter and said, “But were it not
for my forced participation in this clumsy contest, I would have
no need forù meaning.” And as the two sat silently considering all
of this, a third voice said, “Wait a moment,” and they both
turned, and looked intently at the new voice as it likewise gazed
deeply in their direction. And they inquiringly responded by
saying, “Yes?” And the third one said, “What time is it?”
This one fellow strode right up to the universe, surveyed it
widely, smiled, and announced, “Life is bustin’ out all over.”