JANUARY 18, 2003                                                                  © 2003: JAN COX
 
 
 
 
 

The speaker so addressed the crowd: “Here is my latest finding:
everything that humans do besides farming, fighting, and prostitution,
they must talk about its professed importance with great apparent passion,
sincerity and excitement if they are ever going to sell it to other people.”
    “Everything?” inquired a dubious voice from the audience: "Are you sure?”
“Hell yeah, I’m sure!  --  what do I have to do  --  come out there and yell it in your face!”

 Where in man does his individuality, his personality reside? --
in his behavior or in his head?
At first 'twould seem to be in what he says (assumed to be what he thinks),
but must it not be spread throughout his body, a little piece of it in every cell?!
This question then brings into question all attempts to reach and influence
a man’s individuality, for do not all efforts directed at a specific feature of man
perforce be but a quite small, simplistic shoot at a quite large and complex target.

A son said: “Due I am sure to you, pa pa, I have gone from an ordinary kind of thinking about people and what they claim to understand about life to first a place where I
(with some resentment) saw that no one knows what they are talking about --
then to feeling somewhat embarrassed to hear them mouth their beliefs about life,
via religion, psychology, politics, etc, to now an even better position:

At a recent reception, in lieu of a business card
one chap handed out slips of paper with this handwritten statement:
“Other people’s opinions are a disease, and pomposity, my defense.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

A son said: “Pop, I understand that the rest of the world consists of normal people;
our family, neighbors and fellow man; no worse or better than us --  just normal people; still sometimes, when you hear them talk, don’t you almost feel sorry for them,
(especially when they are trying to be serious).”

One man visited his mother;
then his father;
then his grandparents,
then great grandparents,
then he came back home and said “Hi” to the future.
One man had a private suspicion that, “Cells don’t give a damn”  --
he quickly notes that he is aware this cannot be unconditionally true
since they are at the bedrock of our surviving,
but he says that he does feel strongly that as concerns one specific area of
man’s activity which he considers of extreme importance,
they are not really interested and couldn't care less.
(He also adds that for some unknown reason, thinking this makes him feel better
                                                             [about himself, wouldn’t you expect he means.])
 
 
 
 

Using the instant idiomatic terminology it could be said there are 3 possible minds:
the uncivilized (pre verbal),
the city (thought-based and linguistically communicative),
and the rebel.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The seeming circularity of justice in human affairs has little to do with cyclone fencing (at least not as little as you might think, to wit):
The king of one land publicly admitted that it was, “A sad day for all   --
when the king had to publicly admit that it was, ‘A sad day for all,’”
    and a reader writes: “At varying times I find your introductions to your stories
as illuminating and obfuscating as the story itself.
Yours Truly, (oh yeah, P.S.
does this actually have more to do with me than it does --  ah, never mind)
Yours Truly again, etc.”
    City minds find substance in receiving an explanation of
what they are about to be told before being told it,
and reassurance in receiving an explanation after of what they were just told,
(this contrasts so dramatically with a certain man’s that it is a waste of time to go into).
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

One man passes this along: “As per a certain story I have heard:
there was once a school that claimed to teach people how to
awaken to the full, enlightened reality of life,
and before you were deemed graduated, you had to answer this question:
'After you leave here and begin trying to pass along what you know to others,
will you talk to simple, mostly instinctively driven men, or to the educated,
and sophisticated?' and if you gave the wrong reply, well.......well......well actually,
no one at the school knew what the wrong answer was."
    The primary reason that ordinary people think life so complicated,
and difficult to explain is because (being ordinary)
they cannot see how simple and straight forward it really is  --
for instance: the statement just made is either: true or false, right? --  see!  --
there you go again.
    On one planet the creatures were so screwed up that they thought
2 was a complex and challenging number,
and upon hearing this, one man’s left frontal lobe nudged his right one and said:
“Get a load of that crap!”

Submission overcomes aggression, and intelligence, stupidity   --
half the time  --  in half the places (which is to say):
all the time in some areas, and none of the time in others.
    Query: where is it exactly that you said you live?

One well seasoned appearing gent has this to offer:
“I’ve found the most important thing in life to be: to never forgive  --  never ever!"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

A father said to a son: “Here is something I long ago picked up to do
that you could now benefit from: internally, and privately  --  be bouncy! --
try it: go out for a walk, and starting in your head  --  be bouncy and jaunty.
        Discover for yourself what I mean by this and you will be much glad you did.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The Proper Evolution Of Gun Control For The Few.
One man shot everything he possessed  --  then shot himself.
One man shot everything that possessed him, then did not have to shoot himself.
Early on, as life’s civilized side began struggling to emerge through men,
it required that they find just being alive not a sufficiently serious proposition,
and they were soon led to invent religion with its attendant ideas of living a life filled with condemnable sin and its resulting death to give life a much more serious feel;
but for some this still did not offer adequate seriousness,
so life had them come up with the concept of government,
which would interfere in your private affairs, saddle you with taxes,
and draft you into life threatening military operations;
but there remained some for whom even this did not seem serious enough,
and they were moved to conceive of the idea of reincarnation, whereby if you were
not particularly suffering in this lifetime, you are certain to do so in your next,
which seemed to them, a sufficiently serious scenario  --    and yet --
from time to time appear people who find none of the above very interesting,
and who instead, develop the ability to shoot everything in their life that
speaks of this seriousness  --  and then turn the weapon on their self.
    In the mind, if thought is allowed to automatically pass into speech,
interests turn into complaints, explanations into excuses,
and all chance for a clean shot to the bulls eye is lost.
And now a clear, simple definition of insanity:
anyone who takes this seriously.
(Okay, if you insist on it being said: anyone who takes anything said about life seriously.)
 

At a recent reception, in lieu of a business card
one chap handed out slips of paper with this handwritten statement:
“Stupidity is a disease  --  camouflaging it, my defense.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

There was once a man who made up stories, and someone asked him how he went about it, and he said that he would start writing one, and then stop when it was finished,
not unlike (he added) how he tried to live his life.
 
 
 

And a son once asked his father which parts of all this stuff he talked about should he take literally, and which parts he should analyze metaphorically, and the elder replied:
“As long as you feel the need to ask this, take it all either metaphorically or literally.”