I Think, therefore You Are

The new, useful data of the Real Revolutionist must meet three criteria:  It never was, is not now, and never can be.  (If the fresh-info were any of these three it would be true, it would be stable, and it would hence, be of no value.)

In the City, no one would be righteously expectant if they knew exactly what their religion’s Paradise would be like, and no one would be properly impressed with their faith’s god if they knew what he actually looked like.  All dreams of favorable change must be perceived in a cloak of mist and uncertainty, or their intrigue and power will crumble and cease to exist.

None of the famous, really important, spiritual figures actually lived; history remembers only minions and pygmies, and part of their responsibility is to make up those Buddha-kinda stories.

And yet another, (and I trust, final) version: 

“I think, therefore YOU are Rene Descartes.”

In the City, everything is merely “true.”

To properly survive in the Bushes, some talent could be used in willfully disdaining what you cannot presently have.  In the City everyone does this already, but that’s another matter.

J.