Two Kinds of Future: Limited/Conditioned and Loose/Unspecific
#579 Dec 4. 1989 – 1:05
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :08. Prefatory comments to :17, to videotape audience that J. is the not the point of This Thing, not the living epitome of It; his use of “I” is to be understood as a burlesque, not satire.
All belief systems, all presumed non-ordinary info must present a “grand design” for humanity or else it is ignored; whereas This Thing is so vague and sketchy as to be barely applicable to an individual. Consider: why would anyone enter/accept a new belief system that was not complete and exemplary in its specificity? To expect a grand design in every belief system is wired into humanity. This Thing is close to the absolute antithesis of that; it is not for everybody, in fact appears almost not for anybody. This Thing is like another address of the future.
There are two kinds of future: limited (3-d, provisional, conditioned) and loose (unconditioned, 5-d, unspecific), More to come on these.
And Kyroot Said…
Fear follows being dumb; cynicism trails being half dumb;
having your shadow become an unnoted missing-person is the next
In this one foreign time zone I discovered a race that
believed any extension or acceptance of credit to be a grossly
immoral act. After intense questioning they held fast to this
conviction although they themselves admitted they could not
immediately see its significance.
For many years, every morning at the breakfast table, this
one little fellow would declare, “As sure as night follows day,
day precedes the night,” til finally one bright day his mate
slammed down the zither tarts in a huff and said, “Boy, is it
ever dumb and repetitive, not to mention predictable and
meaningless, for you every morning to say, ‘As sure as night
follows day, day precedes night,'” to which he replied, “You
think it’s dumb and boring of me to continually point out how
night always follows the day and et cetera, well, just think
about how bland and unexciting it is that it actually doesù so!”
“No one’s correct the first time round.” “Why you know
that’s not true.” “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” The preceding
conversation was brought to you by a non-commercial grant from
the firm of “You & You.”
A would-be author was heard to say, “My goal is quite
simple: I wish to be able to write like I think.” And a passer-
by mused, “I’d settle for being able to think like I think.”
One fine day, Life’s half brother was idling at the back
door, watching some planetary progeny at play when he suddenly
shouted out at them, “Hey, kid’s games are for kids and this
ain’t no kid’s game.” Now feeling much better, and having no
idea why he’d done it, he went on about his business.
Being last in line at least gives you the last word.
One dude, whilst sitting around with himself having a
brewski or twoski, and thinking up a small storm, suddenly said,
“If I could do willfully some of the things I do accidentally,
I’ll be quite a dude.” And his drinking-buddy-self replied, “You
thought that up all on your own, now did you?” And his first
part then thought, “Other than the greasy sarcasm and tie rod
just thrown, this is a good example of what I was talking about
A certain educated general with a beard, after making an
insightful sounding comment on the philosophical nature of facial
hair and martial music, had the voice of his better half whisper
something in his ear. And the general said, “Why do you insist
on calling that voice my ‘better half?'”
He arose as tall as possible and declared as intellectually
as possible, “I regret, I regret, I say, that I have but one mind
to give to the cause.” And the cause muttered, “Thank you sweet
The captain of this one flimsy planetary ship stood on the
bow and proclaimed, “Remember, we’re all in this together —
except for those of us who’re not.”
Having a lousy memory won’t keep you in at recess, but, not
realizing it can cause a teacher to hide your lunch.
Many years ago, interplanetary time travel was possible, but
that was long before men discovered it wasn’t possible.
In this one galaxy the balance of the food chain is so
precise that the number of productive accordions is directly tied
to the size of the healthy ear population.
The only thing funnier than most conclusions — hey, you’re
gonna love this — is their premises. Huh? Didn’t I tell ya?
In the future, almost everyone will be named, “Hey you.”
This one planet decided that those who were going to be
especially dumb would have to have a license. They encountered
one small problem, no one could spell l-i-s…l-i-c… license.
Over in the western green zone I met a fellow who would
often exclaim, “We’re on the right track now, yes siree, on the
right track now,” which, in his case, apparently served a
beneficial purpose in that it seemed to keep him distracted from
the fact that he didn’t have a train.
In this one constellation, the younger generation grew so
vicious and vociferous in their denunciation of the previous
generation as, “hypocrites” that the elders called a general
meeting wherein one of their leaders issued the following
statements, “The cause of ‘hypocrisy’ in our part of the universe
is in being over thirty years of age. This is the only time we
are going to make public note of this, and I suggest that you
younger ones either come up with a cure for this, or else become
bullet proof yourselves.” (Since I have not done so in a while,
need I note that the above may have actually occurred in the
single constellation of one man’s nervous system?)
I recently received the following letter: “Dear Kyroot:
Upon hearing your first hundred ‘Kyroots’ I was fascinated; the
first five hundred, and I was inspired. The first thousand
became my source of direction, but now — but now — I’m no
longer even sure which side you’re on.”