Anything Will Do

From a strictly human view, to say that Man is a “Walking Contradiction” is merely to note that Man still breathes.

Here might be two new, undiagnosed human “types”:  Those who talk least about things they think about, and those who “vice versa.”

The serious acceptance of specific means and distinctive methods is but another area of hobbies Life provides for the People, but the Real Revolutionist discovers that out-in-the-fringes, ANYTHING WILL DO.  Can you read me?  Do you hear me?  Anything can be made to do.  It is a childish, citified assumption that “certain” methods, procedures or programs are somehow important and indispensable in themselves.

Anything a Real Artist does is Art, (allowing, naturally, for the routine course of mechanical elimination).

Once heard an ole sorehead say that, “If people would concern themselves with the really important things in life there would be no museums, theaters, or symphonies.”  I sometimes wonder how such people pleasurably rearrange their higher molecules...I sometimes wonder if such people have higher molecules.

J.

Don't Be Mad and Vocal

The Real Revolutionist does not offer serious criticism of the Ruling Power's many institutions and operations, for such judgments imply a belief that such things can be changed when he  knows they can’t.  They can be blown up, if it comes to that, but not reformed.

Another useful, revolutionary slogan: “Don't be mad and vocal at the same time.”

A couple of thousand years ago, I heard a human comment that “a comprehended god is no longer a god.”  Man certainly has come a long way since then.  Oh yeah, what was one of the other definitions of “ironic”?

In the City, some of the People mouth the little truism that says, “He is an excellent speaker who convinces himself.”  It’s his kind of thought itself that defines “truism.”   Hell, that's the ONLY kind of speaker...what else is the point of an ordinary man saying anything.

For those of you with limited time and a desire to peruse biographies, let me give you all of the info necessary to skip right over the early years of EVERYBODY, to wit: (just fill in  the appropriate name), “The combined, and single most important factor, and persuasive event in so-and-so’s development, was in being born.”

At least on your birthday I guess it’s all right for you to remember that if everybody could see it and do it, the Few wouldn't want to.

J.

The Drug of Choice

 In the City, amongst the spiritual-types, reform, not cocaine, is the drug of choice.

What is Life up to in causing Man to enact laws against his own nature?  The Few don't need them, and the Many are wired to resist them.  (And from a ditch right near one of the “City 

Limits” signs, a slurpy voice was heard to say, “The more citified and civilized they get, the more I'm glad I discovered the fringes.”)

Anyone who doubts the lustrous power Life has given to Man’s Yellow Circuit is not properly advised of, and hence astounded by, the invention of mathematics...one and one is two; one and 

one is YOU.

All of the City’s great philosophers and cultural pundits, regardless of age, class, or wealth, when in any intellectual doubt, blame women.  Come on gang, let's hear it now for these pencil-prick cerebral pygmies.  (God, I hope sarcasm is still just a misdemeanor.)

I keep hearing Men speak of their species as the “rational animal,” but I ask you, “As opposed to what?”  If you will show, and define for me, an “irrational animal,” I will find you a sure-footed priest, AND a humble quarterback.

The real proof of a god's omnipotent presence would be that he was SO powerful he didn't even have to exist.

J.

Improvisation

Being as how some pleasure can be short-supplied out-in-the-Bushes, the Real Revolutionist learns to build a liquor-still in the woody area just behind his own brain. (Aw-right, you – I mean me; you're under arrest for serving intoxicants to a Kidder.)


Only the seriously imperceptive scorn the judgments-of-history. They are to be duly recognized and accepted. Have they not been fully bought and paid for?


Whereas the Ruling Powers want things predictable and totally orchestrated, the Real Revolutionist knows the value, and often necessity, of improvisation. In the Cities, praises be to Immovable, marble palaces, while in the bushes it's kudos to the fleet-footed, inspired lean-to.


The Real Revolutionist says, “Wound me you may; subdue me you won't. You may crush my bones, but not my passion. It is possible I may once scream, but whine, never!”


How many philosophers, theologians, and even scientists have proclaimed that the seminal difference between Man and all the other creatures is his “moral sense of conscience”? I'm here to tell you that fear made ‘em say that. (“Conscience” my other worldly ass.)

J.


More Deception Still

And more-deception-still:
Ancestral voices disguised as genes…
history disguised as mutant genes…
those sneaky little devils.


If he were to truly encourage originality in his students, the teacher would tell the novice composer to “never do that which a copyist can do,” and to the fledgling author, “Never say that which a critic could say about you.”


The Boston Strangler had nothing on the grip words have on life.


How many “sins” can a man commit alone…and how many require assistance? And which might be considered “worse,” his private ones or the collaborations?


And then there was the cute little scientist who has his theory of the “survival of the neatest.”

J.

Becoming the Sun

Any belief-system, political faction, religion, or school-of-thought that now has ritual, special dress and social trappings, is impertinently impotent, and unworthy of notice by the Real Revolutionist.


Some have said that a simple, direct statement is crude and uninspiring, while others have claimed that the unadorned declaration is the ultimate verbal art. The Real Revolutionist perceives his populous-propaganda and general-level-data to be a special jazz interpretation of all possible phonetic combinations. I say, would you then recommend a genteel gem in a more explosive setting, or do you think the occasion calls for a simple mortar shell brooch?


The Real Revolutionist knows that purpose must dictate posture, and aim control organization. Otherwise the recruits will spend all of their time examining the separate parts of the complete war machine, debating their individual place in the rank-and-file, and discussing the alleged history of the Revolution itself. Eyes, interests and energies must be kept on flight, not on rocket parts and yesterday's gossip.


Just as the People don't actually want to be free, they also do not want to exercise true individuality. What they desire is a minimum of resistance and ridicule at them having to be what they are.


The People learned nothing from Copernicus; they still seek and believe in a stable center of everything. The Real Revolutionist by-passes this and searches instead to establish his own. The Many want the sun firmly located so that they may bow and worship it. The Few want a perception that becomes the sun.

J.

Horizontal Wealth

The Real Revolutionist does not see horizontal-wealth as a “problem,” merely its most likely price.


One definition of the “seditious” and “obscene” is, “That which, once seen, causes the observer to want more of the same.” Now let me ask you, what kind of knowledge would it be that would not cause you to want more? Certainly not our kind, the seditious and obscene.


The Real Revolutionist sees all parties, organizations, and institutions as crippled conspiracies; all visible authority being but partial reflections of the Real Power.


Once you put anything into words, even support for the idea of “free speech,” you make possible debate which paves the way toward defeat of the notion. There is an unrecognized assault tendency to 3-D-discussion, hence, the supremely important should never be said. There, I’ve said it, and I’m glad.


The Real Revolutionist knows that in the exercise of power, “apparent” deception IS deception (and then some).

J.

The Reveal

Another difference you might care to note between us-and-them:
In the City, when THEY lie, they gotta believe otherwise.


I recently heard this term over in the in-town sector, “compulsive behavior.” Are those City folks gonna beat repeated redundancy to death, or what?


All prayers for help are camouflaged cries for more intelligence.


If you believe in one thing you’ll believe in two…hell, if you believe in one thing you GOTTA believe in two.


If you reveal a little, you’ve revealed too much.

J.

Bigness

There was once a religious cult, (or maybe it was a political party, I forget which), whose beliefs no one could ascertain, but whose followers were passionate, vocal and visible in a manner most striking.  It was said simply that theirs was a “great belief,” but what else IS such a group?

The only info useful to the Real Revolutionist is “privileged” information.  All other data is just smoke and noise.

What do you think Life may be up to again, in getting Man to seriously “question” the human concept of “bigness”?  Mortal enterprises are driven to a sloganeer, “Being biggest hasn’t made us better; being better has made us biggest,” and other similar comments which seem to turn a distrustful focus on the whole picture of human engineered “bigness”?  I ask you, “What might be up?”  On the basis that Life has specific, observable need and appreciation for bigness, in that

it translates most often into–POWER, which is the creative energy for both Man and Life.

I could say to you, and for you, that Man’s 3-D notions of good-and-evil are like lesser reflections of an earlier 4-D division-of-labor.

Do you find it interesting that within the areas of Man’s “creative arts,” he apparently intends to use his negative opinions as a kind of denial-of-existence?  He will dogmatically proclaim, “I do not like that painting,” and this is stated in such a manner as to leave no doubt that the speaker is, in fact, denying that the piece in question is even art at all.  Now THAT’S some strong opinion.

J.

Satan's Agent

What Life internalizes, Man manifests.  Life makes Man act out what it may only be considering.  In a certain way, Man’s actions are Life’s thinking-of-action.

An elderly man, who faithfully pursued a rigorous exercise schedule, was interviewed regarding his life and philosophy, and he unexpectedly told the interviewer, “Hell, those people who have been satisfied to live lives of wine, women, gluttony and peaceful TV-watching have the right idea.  I was just always too chicken to do it myself.”  Now that’s getting closer to my kind of story…but they’re awfully hard to come by.

Why is it that only gods seem to have written books?  Where is Satan’s agent anyway?

I have heard mortals mention that to “live a good life is an art, not a science.”  This is surely not to infer that living an evil one would be a science…does it?

The Real Revolutionist sees the word “peace” as merely a mousey synonym for “stagnation.”. Why do you think that the Ruling Powers so favor and encourage the People’s so-called “customs”?

J.

Revealed Truth

Regarding the nature of “revealed” verbal truth:  If cheating on your income tax is not right, why did not a one of the great religious founders speak out against it?

The Real Revolutionist is he who would cry out, “If the truth be against us, we will fight the truth!”

One of the worst foes of Man’s recorded history is the precise, though indignant, memory of eye witnesses.

An ordinary Man’s life is like a marriage never consummated.

The Revolutionist, on the other hand…

The Real Revolutionist does not ask WHO the enemy is, but where HE is.

J.

Hi, It is I!

I’ve just begun work on my new book; its title is, “Hi, It Is I!  Whee, Is That Me?”

It would seem that even the dullest of ordinary Men would smell something fishy regarding philosophers who unconditionally narrow down the source of all suffering to women.

Based on your human speech and verbal logic, would it be better to have an impassionate, passive truth, or an inflammable counter one?

I once heard a famous human declare that, “The voice of honest indignation is the voice of god.”  Would one of you fine homo-sapien-himmers please tell me what a god would have to be indignant about?

I have observed that those Men who control their lusts do so because they have lusts weak enough to control.  I have further observed that those Men who cry out for others to control their lusts, themselves have lusts that would frighten the Sheriff’s brother-in-law.

J.

The Most Direct Emotion

I once heard a man identified as being a “jazz musician,” and having never heard of such a thing I approached him and asked, “What does it take to be a jazz musician?”  And he said, “Don’t bug me, Pops,” and I didn’t.  Am I now a jazz musician?

The Real Revolutionist has yet to be noted by history.

Men of peace are of no consequence unless flanked by the military.

I have heard Men define their science as, “That process which permits no exceptions,” and I tell you that such a science would be a square lacking one corner…a process with its own written-in doomsday clause.

For the ordinary, hate is probably the most felt, direct and clear cut emotion, (next, of course, to stupidity).

J.

Mortal Speed

It has been said that “a little knowledge makes a Man doubt the gods,” so what might this insinuate regarding the gods themselves getting a bit hip?

Do you think the opponents of “vice” enjoy discovering some, as much as do exterminators rats?

What can be quicker than the mortal speed at which many things seem to go from being priceless, to being worthless?

If a “real man” were wont to complain, it would be about publishers’ too small print, not his failing eyesight; about the cheapness of clothing manufacturer, not his weakness for doughnuts.

It has been said that, “No rich man is honest,” and that “Power never rests in the hand of the noble,” but friends, let’s face facts, none of us are all that innocent.

J.

Becoming History

And the Great Boo-Bah proclaimed: “If I am ill it is only because I am sick.”

Oh, brothers and sisters: 
Are you ready to die? 
Are you prepared to meet your maker? 
Are you people fixed up to do ANYTHING?

Some human philosopher once said, “There are natural laws, and man-made ones; one is inescapable, while the other is ephemeral.”  Let him tell that to the man whose forced profession is that of being executed.

Nothing can become history until at least four dimensions are running.

Conventional Men fear the unknown, same as accountants dread to slop the hogs.

J.

Do-Nothing On Purpose

As the Real Revolutionist roams, and lurks in the busy outskirts, he ofttimes muses over his maps during boring lulls, and considers making little “random, meaningless attacks” on places named Dull City, Ordinaryville, and almost any one track town.

Red System Men may gather politically, even religiously, and jump up and down; that’s all.  Apparently to some profit just rhythmically jumping up and down.  What parallel is available to Yellow level beings?

At this level, the ultimate in ergonomic planning and efficiency is the unseen Triaxial Dance, whirling always at the beautiful edge of Time’s Ballroom.

If you can’t “do something,” at least do nothing, but do it on purpose or it, (“you-know-no-know”), don’t count.

Like any good general, the Real Revolutionist, in all skirmishes, should “protect His privates”…wouldn’t you?

You may rest assured that molecules exist; beyond that, it’s mostly speculation.

J.

Revolutionary Geometry

And what is it that keeps the animals from being able to continually grow and evolve like Man?  Their missing thumb?  The failure of a culture?  Their lack of speech?  Nay, I say, it is their inability to laugh, and judicially sneer at all of our existence.  That’s it:  The beginning, the middle, and end of it.

I once heard a quite ordinary human say that one of the benefits of being trained as an actress was in learning to use the skills in everyday life, such as finding oneself in an unpleasant situation, and then just assuming the role of a person in the same conditions thoroughly enjoying herself.  And yet, you would-be revolutionists still stumble-and-mumble-about, all entangled in the serious, everyday matters that so affect the delicate balance of your, “I-Like-I-Don’t Like-Gland.”  “HAH, I say…HAH to you one and all!”

For the Real Revolutionist it is not enough to know how to win a victory, but how to permanently use it.

Some humans think it’s so sweet to muse on, “He who plants a tree loves posterity,” but, sad to say, “He who cuts one down” is tanked with the same fuel.

There exists a kind of “Revolutionary Geometry” that is insane, illogical and dangerous.  But while we are experiencing temporary technical difficulties and have a few spare moments, I will mention it to you anyway.  In this field of “higher” (and I do mean HIGHER) math, if you knew two dimensions, you could determine the third.  E.g., if you had the measurements of two dimensions of a box you would know from that data the size of the third.  This is, of course, impossible…in the 3-D world.  Oh, something I keep meaning to ask you about: What do people REALLY mean when they talk about “mystical experiences” and the like?

J.

Original Homeland

I believe you mortals should rise up and demand that they remove the simple words from your dictionaries.  Is it not an insult to your intelligence for them to include the definitions of those words everybody already knows, like “is”, “are”, etc?

I once passed through a most peculiar place where the people were convinced they suffered from the world’s worst disease, and although I could find no basis for this belief, they were deaf to my observations and insisted that they needed immediate treatment.  After due pondering, (and perhaps some that was even “over” due), instead of offering a remedy for their professed sickness I showed them there was something worse; the one thing worse than the

“worst ill”—a too strong cure.  (The only reason I made up, I mean, relayed this tale was so that you might remember it during those times that everything seems to become just another bug on your windshield of life.)

What might be the inner basis for mankind’s continual notices that nothing is as terrible as the “loss of one’s homeland”?  From an expanded view you could perceive this not as some political statement, but as an undefined awareness of the disquiet experienced as all Men are ultimately caused to dislike, and even deny their “original homeland,” that is, their original condition.

Some of the bitterest tears and harshest cries I have witnessed in Man came from those with a little knowledge but no power.  (Understanding without force is the stuff shitty stuff is made of.)

Human consciousness has long claimed that for anything to be whole and complete it must have a beginning, and middle, and end.  What do you make of this, and its feel of rightness?  (Do remember, that what might be “right” in 3-D-land, could be “left,” “left-and-a-half,”

“wrong-times-seven,” or even worse, in “another dimension and time zone.”)

J.

Necessity Has No Restraints

Men have said about themselves, “with faint praise we damn,” and I say that faint praise is better than no praise, and a small damn is better than no flood at all.

If one found a particular idea to be temporarily useful, could it then ever be proven to be false?

Ordinary religious-philosophers, in the attempt to prove and defend the existence of “free will,” always reach the place of having to whisper to god, “What do I say next?”

Necessity has no restraints.

If you think abstinence is hard, try total moderation.

J.

You Know What To Do

I’ve heard that some of the Greeks didn’t believe that the gods created the universe at all, and I’ve heard that some of the gods can’t believe that they created the Greeks at all.

The Real Revolutionist must command, not debate; his job is to propel, not palaver.

By the time the recruit becomes a fledgling Revolutionist, He “knows” what to do.  He doesn’t know what to call it, and He can’t supply the necessary energy, or direction, but He knows…He knows what is to be done.

All wars can be correctly seen as merely alternate forms of commercial enterprise; all conflicts confer a profit to one side and offer a loss to the other.  You, for one, should be glad that this has no individual significance…you know, inside you…

I have noticed that at the lower levels, Man’s Red-System arts and religions deal with the same subjects:  sex, booze, death, and a mistrust of change.  (Funny that no preacher or country singer ever seemed to have noticed.  Funny, huh?)

Can you perceive a symbiotic relationship between you and Life?  Yeah, okay, for whose primary benefit does it seem?

 J.