What everyone else imagines, a Real Revolutionist knows, and what everyone else knows, a Real Revolutionist forgets.
The only condemnation worth a damn is self condemnation, (and even that is only worth half a damn.)
The routine info/energy exchanges between Men are always reflections of prevailing official City reality, and do not begin to convey, or touch, the level of Revolutionary data.
If you don’t think
that sequence
is damn near everything,
just try and change
your place in line.
While sitting in a City park, a Revolutionist overheard a conversation in which one person told another, in a most serious tone, “I just PRAY that I’m wrong.” And He laughed so hard He frightened an old oak tree into wetting itself.
J.