Finding That One Synapse That Rejects Enlightenment
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Notes by TK
There is an emotional element/feeling to the intangible world of man that makes it impossible for men to accept that it is absolutely separate and inconsequential compared to the physical world. There is an emotional satisfaction accompanying the intangible world that is based on Life’s own pleasure w/ same.
Awakening requires that the last vestige of emotional attachment to the intangible world be abandoned. It would be very interesting and potentially profitable for a man to discover what that last vestige is. To find that one holdout synapse that rejects enlightenment: your crazy-spot. (43:51) #3111
Jan’s Daily Fresh Real News (to accompany this talk)
ICHTHYOLOGISTS FAIL TO FIGURE IN
THE NOT-FISH FACTOR
IN THEIR STUDY OF FISH
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Reminding The Few That One And One Still Often Makes Two
February 20, 2004 ©2004: JAN COX
Mused one man: “If you can’t draw what you want in one continuous line —
you don’t really know what you want to draw. Humm…………same with ideas.”
A bit later the same guy further reflected:
“It’s surprising how much money you save if you don’t want anything,”
(him understanding that he was thinking money, metaphorically).
Greed is destructive — except in a certain area of consciousness.
At the border of one state a spokesman declared:
“We as a people are smarter than we realize,”
and from the adjoining territory came a voice that proclaimed:
“WE are dumber than we realize,”
and a chap passing overhead in a cool air balloon mused:
“Hostilities should commence shortly —
and thus will be spawned: man’s spiritual and intellectual worlds.”
(“Am I to assume that the terrain on which he looked
bears a real resemblance to the cortex?”)
One chap congratulates himself on being married for sixty years to his consciousness without one of them killing the other.
(“Killing,” he adds, “being open to figurative interpretation.”)
In man’s cultural reality: the prevailing position toward plagiarism is that
if the thief in any way added to what he stole — no robbery took place.
(Your take of this might be altered if you figure in the fact that
to survive in this realm — no other attitude is possible.)
Only amongst rats can rats live — same for rat synapses.
The nest life provides for the collective is constructed of both the collective,
and its subsequent reaction to the nest.
(“Is this why you can’t really get away from life?”
Is this a trick stupid question?)
When the publicist for one man’s city would start one of his frequent press conferences he would quickly stand and say: “I’ve had enough of this “ — and leave.
An easy way to cut in half the time you’re normally hypnotized
is to not think about other people.
To start off the day on the desired note,
one man would often spring from bed in his one room cabin —
look excitedly all around —
then yell out: “Okay! — where’d you hide all the elephants!”
(Certain features inside his brain always find this particularly humorous.)
A man with a world wide reputation for being able to find people lost in the wilderness is discovered to be responsible FOR people getting lost.
City Hosting Tip.
If the tempo of the party gets threatened by guests’ demands for cynicism,
and frustration, tell the band to play the song:
“Change Is Just An Illusion Anyway.”
If you’ve been identified as a critic of man — you’re a dumb one.
Men become married to the collective before they even get a chance to be virgins.
(“That’s why there is the activity talked about here, no?!”)
One of the park philosophers pitches his opinion that it was man’s deity
who provided the term: goddamn —
as his contribution to the overall acknowledgement of life’s inevitables.
In city eyes/I’s: any progress is some progress……….and no progress is also some.
A good short idea is the same as a good long one — just shorter.
If it weren’t for words: a thoroughly civilized man wouldn’t have much,
(and forget-about a sleeping one.)
How A Certain Matter Has Been Approached Elsewhere.
A man shot himself dead in the head —
then never displayed any acknowledgment of what he’d done.
One little ruffian in city park barked:
“Singing: ‘Take Me Out To The Ballgame’ won’t make you a ball player,”
and a second scalawag said: “It won’t make you a singer either,”
and a third kid standing nearby wondered: had there had been a third voice
in this story — what kind of metaphor would he have made of it.
One guy (who bristles at being called a: sorehead,
but insists rather that he is simply: an objective realist)
says that most city fun seems to consist of:
getting drunk —
falling down and hurting yourself —
then healing back up.
(Is this perhaps a form of: trick progress?)
Mostly when his brain phone rings, this one guy doesn’t answer —
(he says most are just unsolicited calls trying to sell him something).
At the reading of the deceased father’s will, one of his hazier children
(who had long loved to say that he: “Lived a life of symbolism”)
learned that he had been left a bunch of symbols.
(He subsequently wondered if the old man’s death had been a trick one.)
A metaphor stretched far enough becomes like cotton candy:
then you eat it — and it becomes metaphor again.
The certain man (from the real menu of but words and dirt) consumes only the latter.
An elderly chap notes:
“It is surprising how easily you can come to terms with hormones when you get old,”
(which about clears the books — since with most,
neurons cease being a bother way before then).
Those who get on the inside react in two different fashions:
one group says nothing about it —
while the other shouts: “Hey look! — I’m on the inside.”
(To be precise; the second group is composed of people who only once
got a brief glimpse of it.)
“Might this be why they act like that?”
Thanks to the freedom of the city’s incorporeal marketplace,
and the ever shifting needs of the individual consumer,
it is now commercially safe to say: “No one-size bullet is right for everyone.”
At the earliest possible time, one father began telling his son:
“If you ever need help — come to me,”
but whenever he would do so the elder would rebuff:
“It’s every kid for himself,” and after thirteen years of this the boy said:
“If all you were ever going to do was tell me that it is: ‘every kid for himself’ —
why did you bother in the first place to say that if I ever needed help
I should come to you?”
The old man laid a hand on his shoulder and replied:
“I thought you understood how this works.”
(Today’s wrap is):
Everything affects everything else —
and the ordinary believe that so does every body — everything else.
This is why you never see photographs of the awakened man with a son. (Or eating words.)
P.S. On his left hand one man had tattooed: “With The Exception Of…”
and on his right: “There IS No Exception Of.”