Ice Cream to Greed: Changing Brain Chemistry
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#608 * Feb 11, 1990 * – 1:03
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :05. Everyone unknowingly wants to have their brain chemistry continually altered. This includes everything from ice cream to greed. Were it not for the brain no one would seek beyond the plainest of fare at the PL/primary level. S/secondary level is specifically for directly stimulating the brain chemistry. There is no option for men, they must engage in SL activity for such stimulation; talk is the necessary agent in this. Thought itself shifts the brain chemistry. Words are the ultimate brain mutagen. Words are drugs; memory is an exceptional packaging for the reuse of same. Words have a much greater impact, power over the brain than any physical drugs. Were this not the case, why would anyone heed words?
The “loose cannon” metaphor is a perfect one for the brain: it is a message capable of destroying its medium, its vehicle—not for ordinary men—for a Real Revolutionist. The Real Revolutionist drugs himself by repetitive ordinary thought. He needs to create his own new language, change the meaning of his words, their effect on his own brain.
Consider the explanatory power of that; such notion never having been explored, would render any potential progress against crime impossible. Remember “virus” is a word. To get outside the addiction of ordinary words the Real Revolutionist must be able to study and think about what cannot be talked about.
The ultimate heroic personal myth for the Real Revolutionist is his own intelligence. The supreme ritual is in acknowledging, in your own NS, your own “god-voice” or new language; the supreme ritual would be paying homage to Life’s preeminent marvel: This Thing.
For NP: supreme ritual–acknowledge your own new nervous system god voice/new language.
And Kyroot Said…
Apparently by way of some encouragement, if not correction,
one father told a daughter, “Just remember, you can ‘sing’ the
blues without having the blues,” and she was suddenly struck,
“What a joy it is to live in a flawed reality.”
It’s only since humans became involved that “Justification”
got a bad name.
On this one planet they always let everyone else do the
In this one, I’ll admit, unusual state, the king each
morning immediately upon arising would gleefully proclaim, “The
king is dead, I know he’s dead, long live the king.”
One little feller was so intrigued by the activities of his
own brain that he gave it it’s own little Latin name: Ubiquitous
With a wide sweep of his arms, the richly endowed elder
said, “All of this, my lad, is what we call ‘life,’ and we’re all
in it together.” And his less empowered listener said, “But some
more than others.”
After being confronted yet again (for the four thousandth
time by his reckoning) with the ballyhooed glitz and glamour of
celebrities’ lives, this one chap muttered that at times his own,
seemed to be no more than “stock footage.”
One purpose of memory and history is to get sequence in
On a certain vaguely familiar, if not redoubtable world,
their term, “to make new friends” means to “beat up
strangers.”… (but it’s beyond me why you call it “vaguely
One somewhat large little fellow who had recently come to
believe that he was “held by the heady grip of love” discovered
that he was wearing his shorts too tight.
Longevity favors the silly gods.
One day the Leading Voice told the Trailing one, “You may
find — if not the inside track, at least a dry, level one, if
you but finally discover that no one else is ever going to think
that you’re as exceptionally bright as you know you to be… and
this be so no matter who, when or where.
In a bounding fit of hurried optimism, the creatures of that
one young planet to our east have just ratified an amendment
“Dear Pa Pa, just what is the difference between those men
who never give any particular thought to their existence and
those who seem consumed by such?” And the old man replied,
“Well, for one thing, the former never ask such questions as this
and beyond that… well, I’ll have to get back with you on it.”
Grey Matter Graffiti To Remember (if you want to): If a
revolutionist hears an idea he doesn’t like, he should have
someone at camp, qualified with a sharp knife, check his hearing.
I ask you my friends, fellow creatures and other voters,
just what kind of world and state would we have if it finally
comes down but to two parties — those who pray for rain and
those who pray for umbrellas?”
There is only one thing more foolish than trying to tell
other men how to live, and that is in trying to tell them how
foolish it is.
No need to concern yourself with questions as to what
cuisine is in, or what styles are hot ’cause year in and year
out, to a lion, a Rembrandt is just another meal.
In partial counterpoint to Milky Way thinking, one galaxy
holds with the following definitions: “Art: Recognition of the
inevitable; Science: Wishful thinking.”
Only tomorrow is better than you.