JAN’S DAILY BAKED FRESH
AIR
(AKA:
FACTS WITH A SHORT FUSE)
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©2001:
JAN
COX
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December
30, 2001,
Amongst
the ordinary, a lover of architecture saying that he cannot find words
to
describe his feeling for architecture is taken as, “great insight”,
but
never do men study the question of why they will stare at a
specific
second-reality area such as architecture,
and
ponder what it is about it that
makes it indescribable,
rather
than investigating the more meaningful question:
How
can anything namable by thought then become indescribable?: --
the ultimate: “What is going on here?”
inquiry.
Men
automatically trust people in uniform (cops, soldiers, priests):
groups
known to have sworn to conduct themselves according to specific,
pre
established rules;
so
also act ordinary people toward the thoughts that come to them.
A
man struggling to make himself earnest in his speech,
is
approaching death.
Three
topics are available for humans to talk about:
the
physical world, other people, and oneself;
some
reasonably intelligent people engage in the first;
some
reasonably talented, in the second,
and
dunces in the third.
In
various fashions can man be said to live in two worlds,
(body
& mind; instinct & thought),
but
in truth, only a man who knows-what-is-going-on
actually does so,
for
once he knows-what-is-going-on,
at
any given instant after that he is either:
in
the world of knowing-what-is-going-on,
or
else he is going along with what is going on in him.
The
unenlightened always worry about such matters as,
“proving
the existence of God”
long
before they show any real evidence of their own.
You
can forget the fear many feel that the public figures running man’s political,
religious & financial institutions are engaged in a conspiracy to control
him;
it
is the powers you do not see which you have to worry about –
(same
as with the power directing your individual life and thinking.)
Everyone
on the planet enjoys hearing people talk about the sad things in life --
--
except for one guy just outside of Memphis.
A
man with something he believes he needs to say --
is
a man to not be listened to.
Corollary: a man who wants to help you
is a disaster bearing down on you.
“Rest
for the weary”: an exculpatory term coined
by those who finally -- gave up,
trying to --
wake up.
The start of the journey is sweet;
the middle, frustrating;
...........(the middle proves to be the end for most people).
Interest
equals: capacity-to-participate...............................................except
in thinking.
Wanting
to knowTheFact
is the supreme, and perhaps only true example of
something
which: “You will never have, unless
you really want it.” --
--
damn near in fact, be dying for.
Speaking
incessantly and exclusively of thought as the driving force behind
the
lives men live is ultimately misdirecting --
but what other to say?! --
“heart
& spirit” have been so long mis & manhandled as to be almost
beyond any practical usage --
and yet ---
that
which drives man’s mind is the same thing that moves the rest of him,
and
is something which thought can never properly name,
and
which body makes no effort to.
The
only approach to privately getting a grip on it is by engaging in
the
investigation of the mystery: “What is
it that motivates my interest in
the
non physical matters to which I am attracted?”--
and
an “answer” to this question is not the answer to the question –
but
in the ability to prosecute the inquiry itself.
Being
asleep/unenlightened is in being unable to -- say-what-you-mean
--
......which
works out just about right......since if you are asleep,
you
have nothing worth hearing about anyway.
O-kay!
Only
a man who doesn’t know what he
is
is
anywhere close to actually knowing
what he is.
A
man who was thought to, know-what-is-going-on
was told:
“Are
you aware that many people are quite impressed
by you?
“They do not know me like I do.”
It
is not possible to admire a man who wants to be admired
as much as he wants to be admired.
An
ordinary man writing down his innermost, private thoughts is:
pissing into steam.
A man who cares what others think of him
has
not discovered how to fully utilize his own machinery to think.
If you can talk about it -- it is already a metaphor.
You either haveTheInterest
or you don’t,
and if you don’t -- nothing will give it to you,
and if you do – you can’t get rid of it;
the best you can do is either:
see it through -- or pretend you’ve stopped trying.
Man
would know no eloquence had he to speak only of what he understands,
for
those who do
understand are always silent.
And
the week’s concluding fact:
One
man worked it down to where he had no feelings one way or the other
about
anyone in the whole world but himself.
........(A man with major potential.)
J