Almost Impossible Surgery– Making Words Operate on Words
#590 ** Jan 1, 1990 ** – 1:08
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :08. Re: thinking more than you have to, specifically about words. This is like an almost impossible surgery, an attempt to make words operate on words. Words are made to stimulate, to motivate either by exciting or calming/reassuring, or to convey info for later stimulation. Words are energy itself. If words were not for stimulation they would have no distinct dictionary definition and men would be stuck in a fixed language of sounds and signals like the animals. Only when a word has a distinct definition can that definition be open to interpretation, as every human word in the language is.
This is directly related to man’s posture of non-submission: man can talk about his plans to avoid the inevitable. The power of words is revealed in corporate buy-out/mergers. What is of value in the transaction? The brand name, not the product. It’s the purchase of the stimulation power on the human NS contained in the name of the product. The power of all myths is the stimulation of the brain it has, via words, which is not the same as the apparent story. Stimulation is the point, not the story, which is in itself unimportant. Hobbies, all secondary activities would be impossible w/o words.
Note the condemnation inherent in accusing someone’s ideas/theories as “imaginary”; this reveals that Life itself is unsure how to treat the power of words/energy. With imagination it seems that energy is possible that has no material basis, no visible counterpart, i.e., “energy for nothing” that can still stimulate as normal words can. Imaginary words are cogent and powerful, yet frightening in their unpredictability
And Kyroot Said…
What is the hallmark of the Revolutionist’s heroic journey?
– simply this, it was the most fun he could find.
“My lassie,” said the old man to his granddaughter, “the
mind finds itself surrounded by uncertainty, but there is one
thing on which you may firmly depend – those who take what they
know in a personally serious manner do not know enough to be of
One kid, (after many years of being a kind, and some of
being an adolescent, and even more of being a grown kin) said,
“Of all the wonderous wonders and marvelous marvel I have seen,
the pinnacle to me is in the selling of information.” … …
(“I chill,” he adds, “just thinking about it;”)
If the “wrong turn” is to the left, then , of course,
ordinary intelligence “knows” the correct one.
At the local level, what you are bound to may be too
small, or it can be too large, but in either case it’s ill
appropriate size itself cements the bonding.
A certain foundryman overcome by this and that and by his
reading that “being a consumer is now a form of work” decided
that unemployment could have its advantages.
A man who has “secrets from himself” hasn’t much of a
self….(and, I might add, damn poor secrets.)
I rode a bus recently with a promising intellectual who, at
least in his metaphoric travels, seemed to have his priorities in
their most telling order whan he told me that, “An organism is
like non-stop thinking.”
Those of you who may still enjoy the house-of-mirrors
torment, or perhaps, exercise, for your old world neural muscles,
toss ’em this one – the closest thing there is possible to
fiction in this life in in the single sentence that declares that
there IS such a thing as fiction.
A father, in the attempt to protect resources and conserve
energies, sent his four sones out to seuvey the world and bring
him theit reports regarding specific areas, and the fairst one
returned and declared, “Religion is nothing but a business”, and
the old man held his head. The second soon followed with the
news that “Academia is just a business “, and the father moaned as
he shook his head The third scion then arrived with the
information that “Art is no more that just another business”, and
the clan leader moaned, swayed to and fro whilst beating himself
on the head and cried, “Oh,oh,oh, and yet to com is the last
son’s report on business…oh, oh,oh.”
The show that bombed on Broadway may yet play in Peoria, and
the technology abandoned in New York may be revived in New
Guinea. Failures on 5-D levels may yet be tried again here.
One excited – and I mean excited little customs inspector
cornered me, waving a magazine and demanding, “It says here that
‘all of life’s truly memorable events are unexplainable and
irreducible’, what I want to know is where does this leave the
rest of us?”
Within a grain of sand lies the memory of cement, and within
cement resides the memory of Notre Dame…and the same is true
with everything else.
Using as his examples, religion, science, and human
relationships, this one flamboyant chap declared, “The single
most useless act pursued by men is in believing that ‘being
especially nice to the landlord’ will make the slightest bit of
Since, at the time of this writing, he had no progeny along
to whom to pass his sage advice, this one gentleman merely noted
to himself, “If you’re inspired by some other human, you’re not,
old dear, very inspired.”
One interested little soul who had kinda “studied” with a
certain revolutionist one day said to his teacher, “I don’t get
it” and was told to “keep pressing on”, and after a few years
more the little soul again insisted to the rebel, “I tell you, I
just don’t get it”, and once more was directed to “keep on with
it”, and finally after even a few more years, the would-be
insurgent confronted his radical leader and began tearing at his
clothes, ripping at his hair, leaping up and down in fits, and
finally falling to the floor as he shook and trembled, all the
while shouting and screaming, “I don’t get it, I tell you – I
don’t get it now more that ever…”, and the revolutionist
grinned and exclaimed, “Why, you’ve almost got it.”
A guy in a slightly altered time zone recently assured me as
follows: If you “know the trick”, you can lay down with fleas
and get up with dogs…(Now that I think about it, who was the
godeess of linearity and predictability?)
The real revolutionist can die with no honor other than that
Being equiped for a job is not the same as having a job, and
vice versa, all of which is definitely to man’s advantage, or
else we’d all be out of work.
In his attempt to “play revolutionist” this one person would
assure himself that he “needed no assurances”.