What If the Partnership...

Number 109 of “Life’s Hints Hits Deaf (or at least, deformed) Ears”:

Man’s historic belief in conspiracy theories is, in part, the unrecognized sensation that behind the visible actors are unseen forces.  (How often, do you reckon, can people stand to be “almost right” without actually getting hurt – or, at least, seriously pissed?)

What if the partnership-sensation in man is, in fact, a low-level manifestation of two of the Forces at work, interacting and struggling amidst itself for efficient channels of growth and expansion?  “What if,” indeed.

The Real Revolutionist understands that control is best affected through the process:  Pain, then fear, then dependence.  (What a nefarious, yet profitable inner plot this may prove to be.)

Even the barks of a mad dog are true reflections of his natural condition.

Any “new knowledge” that does not threaten someone is neither new, nor knowledge.  Furthermore:  any “new idea” that can be reasonably debated or amended was either not new, or is now deceased.

J.

No Lasting Peace

There can be no lasting peace in the land of the living.

Although Life causes some to applaud an abundance of ideas, only a Few individuals truly

need – and thus, want – diversity.  For the many, just the illusion of choice and variation will do nicely, thank you.

It is true that, “you can’t fight fate,” unless, of course, you’re fated to do so.

Water need not be touted to the thirsty.  Only those with no needs must be told what they want.  (It’s probably a good thing that Joshua didn’t confront the walls of Madison Avenue.)

Your time at the factory can be spent learning to be unnatural and revolutionary, or else you can just roll along as a natural production model, always adjusting to the inevitable.

J.

Help Me, Information

In ordinary conspiracy theories, it is held that the secret controllers must “conceal their intentions,” “misdirect the controlled,” and finally, “deny their own existence.”  Within such external notions, the Few can see reflections of how Life directs man’s consciousness toward his own existence.

Over 90% of all so-called “psychiatric problems” are due to poor posture.  Check it out.

Whatever can, or may, be said about the reality-out-there, is a parallel comment on the

 human-in-here.

Once, the powerful needed only to control water, food and land; now the stakes are information.  Quick, AT & T, put me through to me.

In the 3-D world, everything is ad hoc, everything.

J.

New Truths

All “new truths” are a form of insult (assuming, of course, that the past has feelings).

Formal clothing for the male sex was the original attempt to make murder respectable and presentable.

Can you not begin to look upon the priests, merchants, politicians and tyrants, and see how little intelligence and talent it takes to rule?

Life is full of understudies – people wired up to step into any role or part, should Life suddenly require it.  But did this keep Pharaoh on-his-toes or cause Nero to double his rosin supply?  (Some folks never learn, do you?)

A Real physician would affect the patient more strongly than would any of his prescriptions or drugs.

J.

Rube Cubed

It is man’s Yellow Circuit activity that keeps him from realizing that his entire existence, including consciousness, is strictly material and molecular.  Of course, were it not for just this same arrangement, he could not contemplate – rightly or wrongly – such matters in the first place.  So, bet your wager or gamble your prize, it’s all the same to me.

Worrisome habits are like sexy women, and the desire to change is liable to cause one to “put a move on ‘em,” or at least “Hit ‘em with a good line.”

If a Real Artist were to truly become political, his paints would all dry up and the muse would pee in his turpentine.

He who rails about the “stupidity of others,” is a rube cubed, (rube3).

Ordinary scientists say that to properly pursue their art, they must be completely free to question absolutely everything, with no conditions, restrictions or restraints; but the Few must go WAY beyond this.

J.

Revelation

There is potential liberation in the slogan, “It’s either us or them,” if you understand this to be an internal affair.  In the matter of “Us Against Them,” you must not do what “Them” – your own systems – want to do, such as get mad when you’re cursed…you can’t ever let “Them” have the upper hand.

Revelation, as humans call it, can prove to be a most untidy affair.

Without a certain edge of “threat and danger,” this kind of activity never makes much of an impression on the public flanks of human consciousness.  Real Revolutions do not succeed on a diet of timidity and tolerance.

While some seek to be powerful,
a few seek to be efficient.

To live solely on externally acquired ideas is to subsist on welfare.

J.

Useful, or Beutiful?

Your rebellion is always one of the good-men and justice, while the struggle of others is of thugs and infamy.  Put another way:  Your desire to change is justified and desirable, while in others it is useless and unnatural.

You may not have convinced a man by killing him, but at least he now has time to think over your position.

Why would a truly intelligent person have and keep anything that was not either useful or beautiful?

There are no “false gods,” “sham religions”," or “fallacious philosophies” – unless, of course, you don’t believe in the existence of children.

If you cannot seem to effect immediate, long-term change, you can institute some small daily variations.  Opus 2:  If you can’t seem to simply abandon your present score, you can, at least, attempt to improvise it.

J.

Evolution & Revolution

What kind of truth is it that varies from place to place and time to time?  I’ll tell you what kind, the REAL truth, that’s what kind.

Even the most vitriolic and prejudiced systems can be calmed by the promise of profit.  “Long Live” the multi-dimensional free market.

Many in the City can say, “I don’t want to talk about…” but only the Real Revolutionist can do it.

Don’t let the small alterations of evolution distract you from the Big Changes of Revolution.

In the prosaic world, it is only the limp mind and flaccid tongue that can so calmly condemn the genuinely erotic.

J.

Past Nowhere

I once read where a human wrote, “If Man is truly a reflection of God, then God must be a coward, an idiot, and a liar.”  And he was 1/3 correct, by jiminy!

The Many seem to dream of returning to a non-existent past, while the Few strive to go forward into nowhere.

The Real Revolutionist would be he who would not bow even to the laws of mathematics.

Cow shit is truth to a corn field; rotted means enlightenment to a possum.

If it’s not your habit, it’s barbarous.

J.

Common Sense

It has been said that no one could tell the whole, complete truth about themselves, no matter how sincere they were, and no matter how long they took, and I say, “Who Cares and Thank God!”

The many seek their own conclusions, while the Few pursue an ongoing merger.

Men who deny the gods on the basis of their failure to see “common sense” governing human life, do not understand that common sense would be the least of a god’s attributes.

Some have said, “You must suffer to be noble.”  (And that seems to explain it, does it?)

If you are not ultimately driven by ideas “original” with you, your middle name is still “Many.”

J.

The UN-natural

It has been said that “Our life is what our thoughts have made it.”  Okay, but who made “our thoughts”?   Okay, who made us?  Okay, who made “our life”?  (And all you can say is, “What time does the next bus REALLY leave”?)

All gods look pretty ominous right up to the last minute.

It has been said that “Nothing is evil that is in accord with Nature.”  But what keen eye can truly perceive the UN-natural?  (Or, worse yet, its source?)

You shall know the truth, (and it will be charged to your account at some unexpected and inopportune future date).

Some banal prophet once said, “The existence of the Devil can only be doubted by those under the influence of the Devil.”  (Guess the ole three legged race trips you up about there, eh what?)

J.

The 4-D Frame

A routine optimist is one who seems to believe that the obvious and inevitable may at least be postponed.


Poets have sung thusly, “I have seen the nature of good, and of beauty, and joy engulfs my mind!”
Prophets have said, “I have seen the face of evil and of pain, and sadness floods my soul.”
But where is one who has given any notice to the four-dimensional frame, that holds such pictures?


The ordinarily religious speak often of the “enemy,” and curse him, while the Few mention him rarely, and then with deep, clinical affection.


The frustration of being an ordinary philosopher is that one’s voice never seems to carry above the noise of the stomach, and the smell of rust of neurons.


The so-called “grace of the gods” is not Man’s greatest comfort; that is the job of habit.

J,

Humbug & Balderdash!

The ordinary seek refuge in the mountains and forests, while the Few need never leave home.


Most forms of ordinary, mortal love resemble domination without violence.


After a somewhat slow and uncertain start, humbug and balderdash are, however, gaining fast.


Again you ask, “What is all of This?”
Again you ask, well, try this one on: The attempt to do that which is extraordinary, and oftimes extraordinarily useless.


A “real person” (that is, my-kinda-anthropid), would be one who could keep a diary, and never use the word, “I.”

J.

Self-Improvement

Repeated attempts at self-improvement will result in repetitive behavior.


Remember:
Right-up-in-your-face is always a heartbeat away.


If you’ve ever wondered why you can’t seem to make yourself any happier, well, there’s your answer.


All Revolutionists have a secret password, but they never use it…(lasts longer that way).


One semi-appearing ole timer in the City Park noted, “One thing does give me some solace, and that is in knowing that no great man was ever a teetotaler.”

J.

Metaphors

3-D death can be seen as the ultimate merging with the environment.


When a Revolutionist’s intelligence runs out, conclusions want to come visit.


One City soul recently exclaimed to someone, “Hey, forget UFO’s, Atlantis, and the living dead, the REAL spooky question would be, ‘Who’s REALLY in charge here’?”


Don’t look for metaphors in a brewery.


You could say that this kind of activity is the sole human endeavor indivisibly based on a good idea, with real possibility.

J.

Classified

One of the local soreheads recently exclaimed, “How ‘bout this, I read that some guy says all businessmen are crooks…Hey, what’s he got against everybody else?”

For a while at least, all REAL good info IS classified.

In some Revolutionist Camps, fun can sometimes be the O.D.

The nearest to a verbal vapor-trail you might ever discern, regarding a Revolutionist admitting to having a reason for anything, might go something like this, “I did it because I did it because I did it.”

More of the insane – I mean, serene – beauty of it all:
Do you fully realize that City justice can even extract a judgment on a dead man?

J.

Modern Maps

See if you can remember this, (and Remember it):
At one time, all maps were drawn by explorers; now they’re drawn by the promise of profits.

There’s this one guy, with a sizable collection of white sidewalls, who avows that it pays to know where you’re going, even if you’re not going anywhere.

A City poet, bowing perhaps to at least one inevitable, sang,
“I think that I shall never see
 a poem quite obtuse as me…”

Eatin’ soul food won’t do you any good if you ain’t got a soul.

A ruler, even an absolute monarch, without the ability, resolve, and insight to change, is in for a short reign, (and if not, then an uncomfortable one).

J.

Ordinary Knowledge

Ordinary knowledge is just another way of saying, “I don’t know.”

Be forewarned:

Anyone who seriously bad-mouths the life of the flesh for long, is only a step or two away from exploding into a poet.  So, be alert, and watch that stuff.

You and your so-called friends and partners ponder this one: Would anyone ever suspect you were intelligent if you didn’t purposefully let on?

As he sent him off to his first day of City school, one Man advised his son, “People with little squinty eyes have little squinty minds.”

In the grips, I suppose, of some passing enthusiasm, a young man declared, “Regardless of what they may say, I, for one, have faith in the future!”  I further suppose that the future must be thoroughly delighted at this vote of confidence.

J.

A Sword Outwears Its Sheath

Query To The City:
Why curse the dead, or serenade the unborn?

After one heated exchange, a guy tells his partner, “Hey, I don’t take advice from the likes of ANY body.”

There’s an extended man who keeps a tugboat near the Dardanelles, who assures many a passer-by that they haven’t heard the last of the Ottoman Empire by a long shot.

A sword outwears its sheath
and a can outlasts its corn;
so to which to pledge allegiance:
to the container,
or to the contents?

There’s this one guy who sez he’s almost totally, nearly absolutely, convinced that the real downfall of Man occurred when he began to TALK about sex.

J.

Bravery

Bravery never seems to be on sale.

What is the operational difference between a king who rambles on interminably about his love and concern for his subjects, and one who never even mentions it?

One would-be City philosopher, in arguing how much humanity has changed throughout history, noted that we have progressed from the Egyptian glory days wherein, as evidenced by their paintings, Men could only stand sideways, to the present when we can turn fully around.

The only fitting conclusion to a sentence is either to know what you’re talking about, or else just to stop.  It’s gotta be one or the other.

One ole sorehead concluded, “You know why I don’t cotton to the Game-of-Life?  Cause NO one threw out the first ball.”

J.