The Notion of Perfection
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January 9, 1988
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Jan Cox Talk #310 Jan 9, 1988 – 1:25
Notes by TK
Kyroot reading to :13.
The notion of “perfection” –no human is perfect by any definition; each has at least the equivalent of the injection point in the mold of a plastic toy. If you have some physical flaw–e.g., a game leg–you cannot keep picking at it. This is true of all arising “psychological” variants from it. With such as a game leg you have two choices: limp and forget it; fake it, walk upright and smile.
That’s it. Both are extraordinary –require new molecular makeup. The molecules that were made conscious of the flaw can’t forget it; the new ones are absolutely unaware of the flaw. There must be a willful denial of the effect of the game leg on consciousness –not a mechanical denial, which is in effect an acknowledgement –a ‘picking-at’–it. New molecules have no knowledge of the flaw.
The Real Revolutionist has got to be steeled to a preference for death over a life of social status maneuvering, i.e., City life. No planning is possible to do This Thing; no ‘strategy’ works. “Appearance is the refuge of the gutless”. Attempting to “better oneself” is the extreme refuge for scoundrels.
Group members must respect other members –cannot mistreat or speak ill of each other. Such conduct is disgraceful. An appropriate disgraceful end for a failed Real Revolutionist one with internal knowledge of failure to do one’s duty–: be thrown out; commit suicide. These are the only possible relief from ‘disgrace’.
Possessions = status artifacts (if not useful). There is a cellular-level understanding in humanity that possessions are meaningless;that they are mere assistance in the hierarchy scale: status symbols. How to be “free of possessions”: make yourself more useful and beautiful than your possessions.
And Kyroot Said
He knows little who can tell you all he knows. He knows
even less who will tell you all he knows.
So-called “greed” is little more than the City exuberance,
and extension of man’s genetic drive to be a collector.
Although much of his esteem seems now faded, I would like to
revive the name of a certain City-wide Trojan philosopher for the
sake of this, a most memorable quote. From the pen of Ephilibus:
“Of the several humors of power, some are in our control, some
are not. Under our control are our thoughts, our spoken words,
and the will to get laid.”
One of the several glittering bourgeoisie traits of the
people is their belief that thinking and talking about something
exciting, dangerous and revolutionary is almost the same as
actually doing it. (This might surprise you, but sometimes I
almost envy those suckers — I said, almost.)
Would one be worthy of the name “Revolutionist” who would act
differently in a palace than in the Bushes?
Transaxial Trivia Question #54: What is humanity’s most
widely practiced pastime? Pretending to be a monarchy —
everybody does it.
Don’t forget your rule: Smile just before speaking. And,
oh yeah, don’t forget the other part: Always smile just before
Appearances are the refuge of the gutless.
The revolutionary, and redeeming quality of my “word maps”
is that they are entirely self-invented, willfully forged
specifically for this purpose, and thusly I can continually exert
immediate quality control. You are thereby not limited to, nor
subject to mere truth, but are privy to the correct.
The Real Revolutionist can be satisfied with nothing. Yet,
from another ground level, City view, he doesn’t give a general
Remember: Don’t let chemical sparks turn into electrical
In the sense that, what men tell themselves is the most
important information they receive, we could then say there are two
known worlds to man: his world of reality, and his world of
verbal reality. Thus, things may exist, or they may verbally
exist. P.S.: I just had a curious notion give me a glancing
blow: What if verbal-reality equals the true, and tacit reality
equals the correct. P.P.S.: I guess a “glancing blow” could turn
into a “dancing” blow.
In the City, some biological scientists now say they believe
that “Human evolution works by threats, not promises,” that
“Change comes about because of the increasing inadequacies of
former states, or present conditions.” May I again pick the
pickle-brain-pockets of the City and add a version of this for
us?: “The Revolution works by threats, not promises, and it
comes about because of the increasing inadequacies, etc., etc.,
Although you truly gotta have the general population, the
unruly crowds, and the mobs-of-the-majority, do remember that it
is always a minority that “causes” history to happen. (Sometimes
it even seems like just one person, but I don’t want to go into
that just now.)
Since no one, and I mean no one, (including you,) likes a
reformer, you might just as well go whole-hog and shoot for
actual change. (In the long run, I mean, in the fast-lane, it
doesn’t cost any more.)
When lost, the ordinary might “retrace their footprints,”
while under similar circumstances the Revolutionist might set
fire to his.
Long before modern City times ’twas said that, “He who knows
the passions of the gods knows the destiny of man,” but it turns
out this is a pile of shit.
In the City, people live in each other’s face. The
Revolutionist can’t even stand to live in his own face.
(Remember, you recruits, always a step back, for a decent view.)
Any conflict that can be resolved wasn’t much of a fuckin’
The less is the apparent external pressure of the tacit
reality, the greater becomes the importance of the inner verbal
one, and, may I add, vicy versy. (In the City they speak of a
choice ‘tween “bread and bullets,” but how about between “status
concerns” and third degree cognition burns.)
You wanna hear some more how things work in the City? Well,
one place was having a devil of a time with kids spray painting
cartoons and slogans on their public transportation vehicles,
and the City finally offered a prize to anyone who could solve the
problem “permanently,” and although the City leaders failed to
notice it, a pleasant enough chap with fairly average size feet,
submitted a true winner. He suggested that they paint all the
trains and buses graffiti colored. (Such “de-cosmo” ideas
themselves, of-course of-course, end up writ in invisible ink.)
It is well to remember, that in the City, as in parts of
“real life,” the dead are a dead give-away.
And while everyone else was either fleeing in panic, or
dropping dead like door nails, the Revolutionist’s old
grandfather just stood by and said, “A shame, it’s a damn shame.”
In times of apparent peace, the people will inherently,
genetically, feel themselves to either be at war with the ruling
powers, or with themselves.
Three-Dee Trivia Question #12: What is the absolutely,
easiest thing in the world to know? (All together now,) “How
others should behave.” Great! Give yourselves a hand… (No, I
don’t mean applause.)
Would it be worse to be what you actually are, or what you
pretend you are? No, wait… Would it be worse to be what you
actually are, or what you fear you are?
Beware, the polyester of the mind.
When the people, you know, the “people,” back in the City,
when the people say that something is “impossible” are they
saying they lack the needed “means” or the necessary “resolve?”
(Sounds like a pretty weighty question, eh what, unless I further
note that out-in-the-Bushes it don’t make a damn.)
In the City, in the City; oh what a pity to live in the
City… pardon me, carried away again… What I was going to say
was, In the City I’ve heard men ask themselves this question: “Is
jealousy a form of love, or self-love?”, and I wonder why they
just don’t get on with it and ask themselves whether loveù is a
form of love, or just self-love.
Ohhhh, I gotta tell you about this one: There was this one
little town so backwards, and so unaggressive that their
strongest curse was, “May your grandfather take a nap.”
And pleased may you be to remember: A Revolutionist is just
like everyone else only a whole lot more so.