JAN'S DAILY FRESH REAL NEWS
                    © 2002:  JAN COX
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January 2, 2001.
 
 

Water will win in the end, in that its ordained, ultimate defeat will alone mark
the actual demise of the kingdom;
the apparent intervening victories & losses of words are irrelevant to
the final outcome.

For that which is born  --   death alone is heroic:
all the human racket heard between the beginning and the end
is but the disguised, shameful cries of those made cowards through ignorance.”
 
 

“Not only do most people not have even a trace of originality,
most people in fact do not even discern its absence.
Even though it is foolish to speak of originality in man in the literal sense,
(since no such thing is possible for something that itself is created),
something closely resembling it must come into play
if you are ever going to see for yourself what is actually going on.
 

There is a certain bravery required to pursue our Bloodline’sTradition;
you need not only a special taste for originality, but also the strength to survive resisting the universal-force-of-the-ordinary,
which by its nature is antithetical to originality.
Water’s essence is ordinary; words’ is original  --  at least theoretically,
for lacking material birth, they have unrestricted potential;
while water is confined to a structure of H2O,
words in theory can arrange themselves in any way they want,
to say and represent any idea in the whole universe that they might want to,
but in normal practice this is not what happens.

Words end up acting as structured and predictable as water,
but their awareness of having a theoretical potential for originality causes them deep, displaced distress;
as they live their lives of mundanecy, plagiarism, and me-too-ism,
they lash out at the other words around them --
blaming them for their stifling confinement,
(Matisse without hands to hold a brush
reviling other unproductive amputees as the source of his impotence).”
 
 

“The reassuring ordinariness of man’s everyday life rests on both the
silent, seldom-thought-of predictability of the physical universe,
and also on the even less often analyzed familiarity of the verbal one;
man is programmed to hear what life wants him to hear,
and that is what he will hear even if something else is said.
Our Family’sFiveThousandYearOldSecretStruggle is a
war we wage specifically against this intangible fortification in
the inner structure of the thing that seems to be  –  ourselves.”
 
 

“Not only is the universe itself arranged antipodally to originality,
men are built to feel comfortable with the sensation of having a special,
‘inner self’ only in the absence of anything apparently original;
this is why humans discuss, debate and dispute over the same few topics
which they have ever since words appeared in their kingdom;
the physical matters words speak of,  change and are refreshed
as their comprehension thereof increases,
but the non physical matters about which words also concern themselves
are static: static, redundant, boring and meaningless, (not to mention, boring) --  all of course, just from OurFamily’sView.

The rest of humanity does not care that their inner lives lack any originality;
there is nothing wrong with these people and they are not stupid;
it is simply a matter of cows, by nature preferring the life of the herd,
but for the few of our family,
having the weight of the universe shoving our potentially-free,
frontal-lobe neural activity into abject lock-step with six billion other bovines
is something less than acceptable."
 

“Any subject popular with man is anathema to me and my kin;
what words commonly have to say on any of these matters –
whether yea or nay --  is absolutely of no interest to me whatsoever,
in that I and my adult like at least by this point realize their complete lack of
any significance to both the life I actually live, and the goal I really seek.

Here is the insider’s tip:
take everything that words have ever said --  discount them totally,
and what is left will lead you to where you want to go.”
 
 

“Your mind is no kin of mine if you can watch the
wild dog of your own unoriginal words uncontrollably chase after the
ceaseless flow of bland, verbalmobiles-of-me-too-ism forever passing your house,
and believe that something is actually going on.
 

Right there is precisely why men do not see what IS going on:
from watching what naturally sycophantic words SAY is going on.
 

Words can never know what is going on;
the best that they can do --  which none but us pursue –
is to know what is going on with THEM.
 
 

                       J
 
 

*"I'm going to wake-up even if I have to kill somebody   --   preferably, me."
 
 

........Qui invidet minor est goobers.