Silent Force Amid Life’s Noisy Changes
#694 ** Aug 31. 1990 ** – 1:12
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :05. The story of a people allowed once-a-month realization of the PL/primary level basis of all SL/secondary level activities is connected to the intrigue with the “noble savage”—the return to simpler times.
The “New Dance Partner” distinct from C,D, and E forces: the “Silent Force”. Note that all change, growth is noisy. There are certain aspects of everything that are unknowable (therefore unexplainable) to man: the Silent Force, ungraspable, unapproachable by the 3-d intellect. The SF is not hidden behind C,D, and E, just invisible to and beyond SL intellect which must constantly define, explain and defend itself via polarized speech. The SF is not positive, not negative and not neutral. Note Life (in the Secondary Level World) is not enamored of silence. Civilization is not possible without talk. It is as though silence is almost too abrupt; too close to being abrupt (unexpected, without warning).
Note however that there is nothing in the Secondary Level World that is truly abrupt, unexpected, unconnected to anything; anything abrupt would be a spontaneous generation, an impossible, ultimate thing-specific break from the continuum/process of reality. Instances of actual abruptness in life are quickly reduced to beige and Muzak. Note there is no word for true abruptness in life, and that ‘abrupt’ doesn’t mean truly abrupt.
1:03. Epilogue: there is nothing abrupt in life, including abrupt change in This Kind of Stuff (TKS).
And Kyroot Said…
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Subheader: Even The Blind Would Be Neural Barons
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