Going Home

There was once a would-be “enlightened” monarch who said, “I’ve tried to be in alliance with artistic license, free speech, and political diversity as much as the next king, but I’ll tell you right now that if we don’t soon shred certain of those smart asses, they’ll soon shred us.”

It is not so peculiar that even the lowliest of Men are wont to write their autobiography; it is after all, about the only thing in life with which they have even a passing familiarity.  And:  Rather than having any sarcastic feelings toward those driven to such pursuits, you could instead feel sorry that the most exciting thing that ever happened to them was themselves.

What weight should no Man gladly suffer? 

The dreadful burden of having no desires.

The Real Revolutionist alone knows that if he is not free to be willfully silly, and consciously threatening, he is not free at all.

Man’s myths and religions have forever spoken of a “return home,” but ordinary consciousness cannot perceive the inner quirks lurking in such tales; it is rather that Man is like a child whose “home” moves to a new location almost every time he wanders from the yard.  The irrepressible expansion of Life keeps Man’s apparent residence in a continual state of flux; yesterday’s condo and garden of Eden is today’s vacant lot and office park.  The inner view of the “Prodigal Son” stories would be that it was not the heir who strayed, but his home and family; that is, the very backdrop of his ordinary connections to Life itself.

J

Minimum Wage

To the Ruling Powers, a potential Revolutionist is anyone who wants a pence more per hour than the current official wage.  (And who among you remains satisfied with your present internal salary structure?)

When no theory is any longer heretical, then the prevailing religion is dying, and assisting in the birth of a new one.  When no idea is any longer subversive, then the governing powers have either become enlightened or mortally wounded.  As is so often the case, I recommend that you look inwardly for the condition of your own People’s religion and government.

One esteemed scholar declares that the cause of all wars is “gold and silver”; another insists it be “greed and hunger”; and yet another proclaims the cause to always be the love of “power and authority.”  Is there any in the 3-D land-of-man who can see that the “cause of war” is simply Man?  His existence is also the “effects” of war, and lastly, the “purpose” of war.  Not only is the above a corrected statement of the war-affairs-of-man, but from a 4-D time view, all of the noted reversed, as well.  (From a tangential 4-D view, wars could also be casually noted as Life hitching up its trousers, scratching its crotch.)

Would it be unfair to say that there seem to be two kinds of energy/info flowing through the circuitry of Man, data that appears “important” and other that seems “interesting”?  If you can glimpse such an apparent division, then I ask you, for what purpose might things be so arranged?

Hardness of the emotions are as myopia is to the intellect…(a human joy, and a pain forever, or something like that…)

J.

Man's Future-Tomorrow

For the Real Revolutionist the worst form of “tyranny” would be that of the weak and ordinary over the strong and noble.

Man’s future-tomorrow is Life’s present-now.  Go figure.

If sleep seems to be a re-occurring treatment for some of Man’s discomforts, then death must surely be a cure.

One of the Revolutionary definitions of morality would be:  “Crawling on your belly through ‘no-man’s land,’ crying like everyone else.”

Recently heard an “update” on a revered Western maxim:  Fellow said, “I hate myself, therefore I am.”   Now ain’t that sweet…

J.

Washer and Zither

There are many ordinary things the Real Revolutionist has no time for, and right near the top of the list is any “sexual fears.”

Anyone who believes that some forms of “human ills” arise from Man’s own culture and institutions also believes that colored eggs come from the Easter Pig, and that fat comes from the Cellulite Fairy.

I always like the fellow about whom it was noted, “Other than when talking about words themselves, he actually had little to say.”

Someone in the crowd once opined that, “The dead govern the living,” but the Real Revolutionist knows that real power comes not from the past, nor even the present, but from a land where even our “future” is already out-dated.

I believe my favorite mortal “punch line” of the month is, “I don’t have to explain myself to the likes of anybody.”

And then there was the little advertisement I saw that said, “For Sale: washer and zither, will not separate.”  What fun these mortals be!

J.

The Shallows

I’m not completely sure of all the reasons Man has for the celibacy of priests, but at least one good one is clear: it keeps down the birth rate for new little priests.

The Real Revolutionist knows you are to
rob a thief,
fool a fool, and
rule a ruler. 
Life will have it no other way.

As some have said, “Speech may be shallow,” but it can drown a surprising number.

An ordinary Citizen, who at age forty is not a misanthrope, has either lived in a closet, is lying to you, or else is to be closely watched.

If, as the People believe, “Good and Evil” are living entities, merchants vying for Men’s souls, what goods could “Evil” possibly handle that would entice the astute?

J.

Behind the Scenes

More Words To Live By, Facts You Can Bank And Invest In:

You may serenely ignore anyone who has ever said, “Never has civilization been so seriously threatened as today.”

The People are continually distracted by their acceptance of the “referee” as “being in charge” and responsible for the final say, while the Revolutionists see that he is simply a paid employee.  (Don’t ever forget that behind-all-scenes is the world of Behind The Scenes.)

When discontent is widespread, the Real Revolutionist knows that even a specious event or issue can ignite the rebellion.

I once heard of a test that was so simplistic and obvious that one Man declared, “How could anyone fail it?” but another said, “Haven’t you heard, the King’s son did.”  The first fellow hesitated a useful moment and added, “Ah, he must have cheated.”  Epilogue I:  Can “cheating” somehow cause one to horizontally “fail”?

The Real Revolutionist understands that no one can actually be “freed” by the efforts of another.

J.

The Destroyer of Evil

Don’t talk about other people; to do so only encourages them, (or you).

Even though Artists cannot normally overthrow the Ruling Powers, they can make them surprisingly uncomfortable.

And let us always remember, “Everybody’s a dead giveaway.”

If it be true, as someone has said, that within each Man resides the potential “destroyer of all evil, and the conveyor of all righteousness,” then if such should ever arise within you, you best hope you’re out of town at the time.

All craft poorly practiced can become one’s Art.

J.

The Notebook

Should a Man prefer to see a copy of a great work, or the original of a lesser one?

Once heard a human say, “Anything I want to remember, I write down in my notebook, then instead of wasting my time trying to remember what it was I wrote down, I spend my time looking for my notebook.”

The Real Revolutionist would be he who would declare, “If I can’t be in charge, can’t nobody be in charge.”

The extraordinarily “useful” wouldn’t be all that useful if just everybody knew about it.  (Only privileged information is useful information for the Few.)

The Real Revolutionist is a hermit unto himself, even in the heart of the capitol city, and he understands the transcendental definition of a “hermit” to be:  “One with a knowing but a tight tongue.”  (A verbose hermit is no hermit at all.)

J.

You Talk Too Much

Which do you suspect would present the greater danger to the would-be Revolutionist: for the People to proclaim him their “most just citizen,” or their “biggest rake”?  (Is there room for a blade between “loyal opposition” and sedition?)

If man’s imagined gods were to materially appear, the neighborhood would be wrecked.  They would prove to be the kind of folks who’d immediately begin to park their cars on the street and begin using their garages as storerooms for junk and stuff.

If you know ANY thing at all extraordinary, and talk much at all, you probably talk too much.  It is those parts of Life’s operations furthest from “consciousness-central” that make the most noise.  So, if you ever wonder whether you “talk too much” – you do.

What the people call “faith” is just fear dressed up like Cinderella.

If you ever wonder if you “think too little,” you do.

The Real Revolutionist knows that if things don’t look right, they ain’t right.  (And things that sound funny, ARE funny.)

J.

Shortest Distance Between Two Points

The man with no change of trunks will never learn to swim.

If indeed, all people have their “separate, yet equal problems,” where are passionate defenders and activists for the rich and powerful?

The Real Revolutionist would refuse to be a stuffed, smiling head on Life’s trophy wall.

It is only the most base of tyrants, and the most sportive of radicals, who live beyond their expectations.

More, “Shortest Distances Between Two Points”:

The spans from a heretic to a saint;

From a rebel to a despot;

From an animated investigator to a sofa-sore-head.

J.

The Few are Their Own Tomorrow

Ordinary consciousness perceives time as being that which separates all things, while four- dimensional sight would reveal it to be the ultimate unifier.  Time does not divide events, but rather, unites them so that finally what Man surveys, he understands.

Ordinary critics continue to note that, while in the artificiality of human society, those who toil the most (the poor), have the least.”  Now I query you:  from one view this is apparently so; and for what unseen purpose might Life have this seemingly unjust arrangement?

On “this level,” the Few are their own tomorrow.

The Rulers believe that every perceptive person is a potential enemy.

The people are forever whining about the “struggle to find justice,” as if it were lost, and when they can no more escape from it than space can excuse itself from the universe.  One reason the idea of justice is so often discussed and debated, is that every man has some notion of what it is and they all vary from the correct one.

J.

Un-Coverings

Those who can, do,
and those who can’t, buy guns.

A Revolutionist with morality is no Revolutionist at all.

There are no such creatures as “misconceptions,” just conceptions you’re not wired to agree with.

The real Minister of Propaganda is he who can say, “The King is actually more attractive than he looks.”  (An up-and-coming usurper might add, “And his ideas are actually better than they sound.”)

All un-coverings are sumptuous, but the ultimate one is the one you can’t describe.

J.

Big Daddy Chaos

Due to all of their blither and palaver, it’s sometimes difficult to tell exactly what Men think when they speak of their “gods,” but once I may have been close in proximity to one of Man’s Deities when I ran into a mighty procession, and a thunderous voice called out, “Stand Aside For The Arrival of The Infamous Big Daddy Chaos!”

The Real Revolutionist is he who can use a map with no boundaries; one who can handle a paper with no edges.

Ordinary Rulers are wont to display a peculiar smile whenever they speak of “power as their responsibility.”  The weight of a crown, however, never seems to break a royal neck, (nor hardly to even affect posture.)

Is “usage” the highest authority, or does “efficiency” have the final say?  And who can discern a difference ‘tween the two?

The Ruling Powers look upon a stable hierarchy, and the concept of lineal nobility, as indispensable to crowd control, while the Revolutionist looks on it with disgust.

J.

It's a Molecular Jungle Out There!

Hey, you really gotta be careful; it’s a molecular jungle out there…(and it’s pretty infested in here too.)

Ordinary religions and philosophy deal in a world of “but.”  They state Man’s apparent problems, then offer a “but” as the seeming edge of their proffered map, promising-up the illusion of a stable binary conclusion.  The Real Revolutionist, however, will NEVER take “but” for an answer.

No matter what you may presently believe, everyone does see their life “as it truly is,” they just can’t describe it to anyone, including themselves.

The People live a life that is not much more than a program of “crisis control,” while the Revolutionist deals in creating crises.

“Watch out” when the People get a stomach ache; when a civilization gets the cramps.

J.

The Special-Head Theorems

If the Real Revolutionist were asked what he truly wanted, his reply would be, “More,” that’s all, just More.

Once heard a man state, “It seems to me that I have never said anything that did me any harm.”  Can you believe that!  Is that a Man or what!

The one sure way to tell if a Real Revolutionist is at work, is that no hostilities have been declared.

It takes a very special head to escape the Special-Head Theorems.

You can’t let the inner populace say anything you wouldn’t. 

The Expansion:  A Real Revolutionist doesn’t listen to anybody.

J.

The Future Never Arrives

At a quite advanced age, a man began a rigorous study of the arts and sciences, and a neighbor, deeply impressed by this autumn scholarship, sought a smit of wisdom for himself by asking the elderly one why he had waited ‘til this late date in his life to undertake such studies.  And the grizzled gent replied, “Cause no one makes old farts take tests.”

The Real Revolutionist, no matter the time, no matter the place, is ALWAYS against established consciousness, which is simply the inability to think of more than one thing at a time.

Heard a fellow say that he liked to read things that “stimulated him to think,” that is, things that might make me “change my mind”; but changing your opinions to agree or disagree is not an expansion of thinking; from a Revolutionary view, it’s not really even thinking.

If you once acknowledge and pay homage to a ruler, you can then never defeat him in an argument.  (In fact, it becomes near impossible to even correct him.)

The best thing to be said about the mortally perceived “future” is that it never arrives.

J.

The Super Pessimist

This matter’s been looked at from a multiplicity of angles, but let me put it to you simply: 

Do you imagine that the gods most favor those with the fewest wants, or those with the most stuff?

It is within the determination of that little understood, mortal division sign, time, that all things are judged either good or evil.  Thus, the underappreciated power of the very word, “timing” … (What else, dear Hector, is there?)

I’ve heard dozens, hundreds, dozens-of-hundreds say that, “Nature does nothing uselessly,” or that the “gods don’t,” or that “Life doesn’t”…when is someone finally going to close the book on this matter by including Man?

Were it not for the ever-increasing, teeny lips of the talented, we would not have the appearance of the harmonica.  Men would still be able to play the accordion by mouth…tell ME about progress.

The Super-Pessimist would be he who moans out, “If this is living, I’m a dead man.”

J.

A True Optimist

The external idea that, “the king can do no wrong,” and that he is “free from all laws,” is necessary for the proper operations and survival of an absolute monarchy.  In that other state, inside of each man, this is true.

All-in-all, one describable difference between the ordinary and the Few is that the former uncritically accept “life” as something quite other than themselves.

A true optimist would be the Revolutionist who asks for a yard stick in a larger size.

I read where an early philosopher said, “Until he is dead, do not call any man happy, only lucky,” and I had intended to add some caustic postscript, but I’ve changed my mind.  (No need to color a priest haughty or a lawyer greedy.)

Men have said that there are two kinds of truth, self-evident and learned.  If this be so, into which category does this dictum go?

J.

The State of Leadership

In the ordinary State, what is required for one to be a leader but to be petty, mean, and without any apparent taste or talent?

It is difficult to say whether great wealth is a proper aim and condition for the wise, since we have so few, (if any), examples by which to judge.

Who then, in this great crowd of Mankind is to finally answer:  Is “all well,” or is “all for the best”?

Never hold any of your discoveries dear, unless their awe-inspiring nature makes you grin-grin.

Some rural sage noted that, “To make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs,” but Man cannot perceive himself to be likewise in a poultry related category.

J.

"Free Will"

Our enemies always cry out for help from obviously specious gods.

Consumer Advisory #109:

So long as you still involuntarily pull-back in Yellow Circuit disgust at “blatant stupidity,” be aware that not only has the conductor not punched your ticket, you can’t even be sure the train is moving yet.

Can the ordinary marketplace of business ever be more than a civilized form of warfare?

     Ordinary rebels simply attempt to reverse the previous power situation; to turn the defeated’s philosophy on its head without realizing that an upside-down skunk remains a smell to stagger Plato.

     A religious system turned upside-down is still a religious system, and a Tory turned inside-out may resemble a Whig, but he’s still a politician.

The 3-D, fractured delusion of “free will” would be so foreign and contrary to his perception that the Real Revolutionist would not even speak the words.  Should he ever have the need to refer to such a matter, he would probably replace the mis-named “free will” with something more pertinent and meaningful, like calling it “Willie.”

J.