JAN'S
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July
3, 2002
©
2002:
JAN COX
With
humans -- the hustle is always on.
Man
is the only substance that seeks materials which serve no essential need;
with
humans -- the hustle is always on.
To
be normal is to want more than you have (more
specifically):
to
be normal is to want stuff you do not need (refined even further):
to
be normal is to want something from other people -- doesn’t matter
much, what,
just
something -- and by no means need it be anything useful
to you –
No
plant, animal, insect, or atom takes from its peers anything not useful
to it;
normal
men literally thrive on such activity, indeed deprived thereof --
they wilt...
....and
sulk....and suffer ennui to the point of mad distraction.
Even
if a man is sufficiently supplied with the essentials of survival (food,
water)
he
will be found constantly engaged in trying to weasel some useless trifle
from his neighbor, or thinking about how to do so.
As
the norm: this activity is so second nature to humans that it passes untagged,
but
a clear glance and listen-up readily reveals its ubiquity.
The
relentless human hustle is not at all confined to things physical:
a
man attempting to get another man to give him one of his material possessions
is
the childish version;
what
men most passionately try to obtain from others are things you cannot touch;
in
fact from one view, the struggle to get some material object from another
is
done as a desperate substitute for not being able to obtain the incorporeal
one actually desired (that is):
If
you like, you can privately consider that which the public does not:
“Why
are men continually trying to hustle one another concerning matters which
do not matter?
First
off, they attempt to hustle others out of material stuff that does them
no good,
then
moreover -- and even more seriously do they try to hustle other humans
out of useless stuff that you cannot even put your hands on?
The
hustle is on.
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A
man with no plans is two men:
he
is a non standard man (speaking normal-wise),
and
he is an abnormal man speaking distracted-wise (and cut even finer):
a
man with no plans for you is two men:
the
one you see and the one no one sees:
the
one who has secretly fled the city.
Normal
men engaged in the routine hustle have plans for everyone they meet –
they
plan to hustle them out of something -- first choice always
something
of an intangible nature (but failing that, anything will do);
ordinary
men know no exceptions to this; no one is off limits:
parents
hustle children; wives, husbands; friends, friends;
if
you see two or more people gathered -- the hustle is
on;
amongst
the ordinary -- it cannot be helped -- the situation
is unavoidable,
and
it is not nefarious nor condemnable -- it is part of
man’s singular nature.
As
per the purpose these daily writings:
the
interest here is not in a man’s relationship with others,
but
rather his with understanding,
and
the hustle noted supra of men constantly trying to get something from others,
primarily
of an intangible nature,
is
something that is also going on in your mind;
some
part is forever trying to hustle other parts into giving it something,
indeed
intangible, but quite apparent -- agreement --
agreement
and approval.
Going
on within the never turned-off consciousness of ordinary human brains
is
a never ending hustle wherein seemingly different parts of your
mind are continually trying to win over other parts –
attempting
to talk them out of their present possession (which is their position);
it
is like the Consummate Conmen’s Carnival;
a
round the clock marketplace of hustlers -- ‘cept there are
no marks available --
they
have no one to hustle but each other -- and none of them have
anything.
In
a knowing-man’s-head -- he has no plans for himself
in this respect;
he
is no longer trying to mentally hustle himself;
he
wanders not back down into the bazaar wherein one thought is always attempting
to con another, and to no end or purpose.
When you realize what is really going on -- the hustle is no longer on.
J