The King Knows Exactly What You’ve Been Up To
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#360 June 29, 1988 TRT 1:17
Notes by TK
Kyroot to 0:08.
Prologue to Group to 0:24 re: you don’t have to come back here; low energy of certain of group members; attendance out-of-town.
YC/yellow circuit, data to be recalled always: all City facts/belief is absolutely incorrect and so is its opposite. This provides the tolerance necessary for the vitus machina to run; the ability to take up an ‘opposite’ viewpoint. RR info/understanding provides the energy to “make it thru the (City) night”. Just to remember that the “world is big enough for everyone” is magical. You can even get away from unpleasant reality if necessary; but better to understand that consciousness is the last to know; that people don’t know what they’re going to do/say next and no one is responsible for the unpleasant events forced upon you.
The RR forgets things everybody else takes very seriously; he remembers what is unnoticeable to City consc. Also–the RR lives in the calm eye of the storm, and storms in a useless calm. He can willfully use the feast-famine cycle ever-present in life, and produce it when it subsides. A RR would/could hug and say “I love you” to any who need it–then forget all about it. The RR would be supremely indifferent to himself.
Response to question from Group re: bypassing the dom/sub dance between sexual partners in the group. The dom/sub dance cannot be bypassed even by RR partners in a 3-d world. It can be used in many special unnatural ways, but not eliminated. However it is not necessary or profitable to embellish it–beat up on each other–in any form; such should be avoided. The first step for RR partners is simply to acknowledge the reality of the dynamic and realize it must be restrained in some degree. Not to do so is to allow Life to dance you both backwards.
Man the State. The best tyrants make people believe they know everything going on; that the ruler is all-knowing. It is a beautiful weapon. Note that the ordinary ruler/I internally is considered by the People to be an ignoramus whose every proclamation is to be debated and second-guessed. Note J.’s position/action/ treatment of the Group. Another way to use this reality/weapon is for the accused victim to instantly and unconditionally confess to anything/everything. This throws the ruler off stride.
diagram #? used
And Kyroot Said…
What I offer are new excursions of the universe; not the
mere external one, but the important one, the fun one, the
universe of consciousness.
***
Why is it that in City literature, villains can be allowed
no redeeming qualities? Is it that ordinary consciousness cannot
tolerate or comprehend C & D in too close proximity?
***
And for those suffering from acute cockiness, and
insufferable perkiness, I have it on pretty good authority that
the likes of you will have to continue your daily exercises even
after you’re dead. Ghastly, eh what? Oh, and if that don’t
make-your-day, or eternity, as it were, then there is an extra;
you must write your authorized biography, and then read, and re-
read it ad infinitum. Ghastly times, Yuk.
***
Obviously relieved, I heard a City cosmopolitanite say of a
recent dinner companion, “Well, at least he was all style, thank
god, and no substance.”
***
A Revolutionist, in regards to his portion of necessary City
existence, might live in E, plan in C, and protect himself in D.
First Variation Thereon, Koechel Listing #20: In a “Fictitious-
Revolutionist-City,” he in charge might have his Philosophers
residing in C; his tutu-attired Generals quartered in D, and all
of his supporters, opponents, priests, politicians and everyone
else housed in mobile E units.
***
From his view atop a bar stool in the City, a stone cutter
can scoff at the proclaimed significance of art and literature,
and deny any pertinence thereof to his own life, and yet, without
the esoteric odes, and the abstract musings of the distant poets
and painters, the mason’s beer would not be so rich, his perch so
stable, nor the bar top so smooth. (I could ask you again, “Is
that weird, or what?” but what’s so strange about the skeleton of
Life?)
***
If you only rely on a form, then almost any form of justice
may be less than correct. If you merely treat people as they may
obviously seem to deserve, you may be doing less than a Real
Revolutionist should.
***
Man: The creature with molecules that make noise…
molecules that talk!
***
Truism Update #34: Genius is one percent perspiration, and
ninety-nine percent everything else.
***
In the City I’ve heard painting denounced as being merely
“decorative.” Well, if it’s not serving the purpose of covering
a hole in the wall, what do City folks think is the alternative?
***
C, D, and E are always engaged in a fight for temporary
domination, and thus the facade and face of so-called “evil” is
always shifting.
***
Out in the western section of the Bushes, I heard one ole
Revolutionist take a City axiom and turn it just right. He would
sometimes say, “It may be hard, BUT, it may be right.”
***
The kind of person who furrows up their brow, and seriously
says, “I just don’t understand how I can get so angry,” is the
same sort who can’t quite figure out if UFO expose’ books are a
joke or not.
***
Fellow defending himself in response to the accusation that
he is emotionally “one dimensional,” says, “Not so, I can be
pissed standing up, and pissed sitting down.”
***
Nothing proves nothing.
***
But, nothing also proves everything.
***
Patience is to genius as butter is to velcro. And
aggression is to Art as time is to perversion.
***
With the ordinary, curiosity ends up as alum to the mind.
The continuing mis-diagnosis-of-interests.
***
“Be careful, dearest, and do not step on a small historian.”
“Mindful now, my darling, that you do not rush out into the
street and trip a car, or damage a lorry.” “Wait up, my sweet
bon bon; do not go into the public library and stick out your
tongue at Dr. Johnson’s writings.” “No, no, my little pleasant
one, do not speak of your fellow man with your mouth full of
adjectives.”
***
From one unusual, but useful view, a wild animal IS
domesticated if there is one person he doesn’t bite.
***
The duty of the patient is to wait.
***
For a Real Revolutionist nothing can be completely useless.
***
If a thing, an anything, has any deficiency, then its
opposite must be equally flawed. (You do know what this implies
regarding the City sense of right & wrong, good & evil, etc.?)
***
While a blatant, disturbing example may be properly kept
waiting-at-the-door, a mere theory, a pleasant precept, or a
proverb is always welcome in the foyer.
***
Beware the linoleum of the mind.
***
No matter what their priests may sing, no matter how fine
may read their chamber of commerce welcome signs, tarry not in a
land where the people dress up their vegetables like little
children.
***
It is a case of “mis-speak” for Men to decry “short cuts,”
when what is actually referred to is imperfect short-cuts, for no
one, including Life itself can fault real efficiency. Life LOVES
efficiency… Life fully embraces all increases in efficiency…
well, it does most of the time… well, OK, some of the time…
***
Which of the two following alternatives should be the rule
of etiquette for a really civilized Man?: Never kick a cripple
in his bad leg,” or, “Never kick a cripple in his good one.”
Wait just a second, think about it once more. Think about it as
though you are the kicker AND the cripple.
***
Under certain conditions it would not be totally unthinkable
to hear a Revolutionist shout out, “Hell, I’ll rather do without
than be moderate.” Being merely moderate, at times, can be like
being “nearly close.”
***
Even if the train has left, or was even late beforehand,
rely on this: A Real Revolutionist remembers ONLY that which
serves his purpose.
***
The past is a terrible thing to use.
***
Transcript
THE KING KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT YOU’VE BEEN UP TO
Copyright (c) Jan M. Cox, 1988
Document: 360, June 29, 1988
I want to point something out to you. A Real Revolutionist knows that, in the City, whatever ordinary people believe is incorrect, and so is its opposite. In the 3-D world of ordinary consciousness, this idea can never be perceived — it would create vapor lock. In ordinary City thought, if you believed a certain premise was incorrect, you would believe that its opposite must be correct. The opposite would seem the place to establish some beachhead; the answer would appear to be nearby. If you have some interest in a current belief and you pull away that belief by, for instance, considering that anything you believe is incorrect, what you are left with is room only to turn the coin over. In City machinery the existing room for tolerance can be viewed by one half of humanity saying, “There is nothing in the world like sports. They make life worthwhile,” while the other half says, “Sports are uncivilized. They’re a sign of low intelligence — worse than a waste of time!”
If there is anything you should use and remember — something that can be put into Yellow Circuit packets — it is perhaps the fact, not the belief, that everything everybody believes is not correct, and neither is its opposite. Besides being important, absolutely necessary revolutionary data, this fact is also a kind of energy you can use to help you make it through City life. In an ordinary sense, to know the fact that everything the people you are dealing with believe is not correct nor is its opposite, can help get you through the City efficiently.
To be able to remember that the world is big enough for everybody is magic in the City. There you are in the midst of the City, and people are stepping on your toes, kicking you in your private parts, messing up your hair, bumping into you and shouting out things that are somewhere between incomprehensible and incomprehensibly dumb. If you can just remember, “I may be almost dragged back to the City level right now, surrounded so deeply with dummies and Philistines that I’m back to their level. It’s all I can do to catch a revolutionary breath and remember that the world is big enough for everybody.” Note that your own nervous system (at City level) does not want to remember that or even think about it. To put it another way, you might say, “Yeah it sounds like a great axiom, but you can’t remember an axiom when someone is stepping on your toes.” If I told you that there would be great value in remembering to think of purple onions whenever you were about to get mad, you would say, “Sure, I can do that. I think it’s dumb, but I’ll try it.” Forget any emotional or metaphysical reality to this, but notice the near impossibility of physically remembering the words, “The world is big enough for everybody.” You can’t be mad at dumbness and remember those words. Anger will either interfere with the words or vice versa. It’s as if you’re in the middle of a nice little step — maybe you’re about to dance somebody backwards, at least in your imagination, and then suddenly you get a leg tremor. That’s what it’s like to remember that “the world is big enough for everybody.” It is not some pleasant axiom. You know I’m not pleasant and I’m not in charge of axioms. It does not have a hidden religious meaning, and I’m not simply trying to restate “love your neighbor as yourself.” If I wanted to restate something that had been already handled, I’d do that. It’s just a fact that “the world is big enough for everybody.” Remember, if you think you’re surrounded by dumbness, not by just one or two dumb people, maybe you are one of the people who are just surrounded. There are places you can go to get away from these dumb people. But people in the City don’t try to get away. They hang around and holler, “This city isn’t big enough for me and you dumb people!” And that’s simply not true — the dumb are going to last as long as you. The world is big enough for everybody, and seeing that can help you make it through City nights. Notice again that people don’t want to make it through the night — through the City that is. People who say, “I want to overcome. I want to learn how to deal with life,” don’t want to do that. Life has wired them up to not want to overcome anything. They just want to talk about their problems.
Closely connected to what I’ve just mentioned are some other things that will help you make it through the City nights. Remember that whenever anybody says something to you, by the time you hear it, they’ve already forgotten it. Of course, one of the great areas of concern to people is what they’re called by others — what kind of label someone else puts on them. But remember, by the time you come up with a retort to the guy in the truck who’s insulted you, he’s already forgotten about it. If you could stop reality and run the great movie projector backwards, and confront that person, he’d say, “Oh, was that you way back there jogging? Here, have a beer and calm down.” That’s what that energy exchange amounts to. But in the City, does anyone want to hear that? No. When I make jokes about guys going by in pickup trucks, drunk and hollering obscenities, you say, “Yeah, I hear that.” But do you hear it later when you get a phone call from your first wife wanting to know where the alimony check is?
Something else you should remember, which is related, is that everybody else’s consciousness is the last to know about what they’re doing. And yet you hold them responsible. Remember there is nobody on this planet — in the City — who has any idea of what they’re going to say or do next. And there you are — all of you individual you’s hearing this — all of you who belong in This, there you are girded for action, poised, waiting to be attacked by the slings and arrows of outrageous dumbness.
I’m assuming all of you have had one glimpse of the startling fact that there is no real answer, only a shock, to my question, “What are you going to say next?” At the level at which Life has produced your nervous system, if there is an extra fuse — that one extra gene that makes you a part of the family of This — that gene can get a glimpse of its own nervous system that nobody else can. And the truth is, that nervous system has no idea of what it’s going to say next, although it may live to be seventy years old. It makes money, loses money, gets married, gets divorced, gets elected to public office, moves up in the company, and yet, doesn’t know what it’s going to say next. Nobody can deal with that in the City. And there you stand asking, “What are you people going to say and do next?” They’ve got no idea. They say something to you and when it’s done you’re ready to pounce, you’re ready to be hurt. And they’ve already forgotten what it was. They didn’t plan to do it. Not only that, but can you see that the opposite of what they did would not satisfy you, either.
Here is something that some of you might be able to take and use to map out some areas for yourselves. The Real Revolutionist would not remember things that other people seriously remember. The kinds of things people in the City — your family, your friends, you — remember, a revolutionist forgets. They are things that people take seriously. They write about them — great moments in mortal literature are based upon them. On the other hand, the revolutionist would be able to recall many things that other people never notice the first time around. It’s not as if someone else tries to remember something and can’t, they just never noticed it to begin with. I know I said this before, but assume that there is one exception to people not knowing what they’re going to say next — I knew that I was going to say that next.
Here is something else. The Revolutionist is either living a life that can be likened at times to a calm within a storm, or at other times like a willful storm within a useless calm. There is also a way a Revolutionist could willfully use the feast/famine cycle. When I say that something can be willfully used, I don’t mean to just willfully use what is taking place. To use something willfully means that you could produce a certain situation yourself. You could produce the kind of occurrence that makes your ordinary consciousness say, “Stop!” Doing something willfully means you could produce the kind of occurrence that your ordinary nervous system responds to by saying, “I’d be glad to be rid of this!” A Revolutionist could willfully produce and use this feast/famine cycle, even when it wasn’t naturally going on.
Here is something else a Revolutionist could or would do — which you can sketch out for yourself in either direction, assuming that it strikes you at all. A revolutionist could or would hug and say, “I love you,” to those who need it, and then forget all about it. In the midst of all I’ve talked about, a Revolutionist would actually be supremely indifferent to himself.
Someone gave me a question regarding the dominant/submissive dance dynamic, and the male/female sexual relationship in This kind of activity. The person wanted to know if the dominant/ submissive dance I’ve been talking about could be bypassed in a sexual relationship by two people involved in This. In this life there is a part of you that is still going to live in the City. That is where your birthright is; it is where your lung function is; it is where your blood flows from. Even if the upper part of your nervous system blossoms out, from the line down you’re in the City. That’s where you were born and where you’re going to die. To some degree you’re going to stay in the City — you’ve got to deal with that.
At City level, the dynamics of the dominant/submissive dance cannot be bypassed — even with two people involved with This. The revolutionary parties — the two people involved with This — can acknowledge the dance; they can map it out together and individually. They can even talk about it. They can give it a little push. They can, in fact, temporarily trade it in. But in the 3-D world you cannot actually bypass the dominant/submissive dance in a sexual relationship, or between two friends or business associates.
Notice that this question about the dominant/submissive dance implies that it is in some way less than totally appropriate for two people in here. The person didn’t say that, but unless you thought something was amiss, you would not have such a question. City consciousness is wired up in such a way, that as soon as my description of dominant/submissive is heard, the thought is, “Oh, well, something should be done about that.” Not only can nothing be done about it, nothing should be done. The terms are not judgmental. The person dancing backwards is just as happy as a pig in slop. Since they’re already wired up to dance backwards, they’re as happy as the average dominant person is dancing dominantly.
In every situation someone has got to dominate. It’s not some kind of theoretical situation that you can wait around to decide — that’s not the way life is arranged. When two people find themselves in any kind of relationship, the problem of defining who will be dominant and who will be submissive does not exist. People don’t say, “I used to know this guy who was kind of a weird philosopher and he said that normally in all City situations one party dominates and the other is submissive. So here we are. Do you want to be dominant and me submissive? Do you want to take turns?” That does not happen. The closest thing that resembles that situation is with two passing parties, in which there is almost no emotional involvement. Someone asks, “Have you got the time?” “Yeah, it’s two thirty.” “Thanks.” In any other relationship you don’t have to discuss which party is going to be dominant and which submissive. It is preordained, in a sense. And that’s not true in itself. There is no forward and backward, no before and after. But it would seem as if the relationship were preordained, and that’s why you were drawn together.
It’s not as if two people involved in This can say, “Here we are drawn together, so who is going to be dominant and who submissive?” or, “How can we tell? Is it going to change? Is it open right now, in the early stages, to change?” It isn’t open to any kind of change. The situation is what brought you two together. You’re not supposed to get away from it. The relationship wouldn’t exist for any length of time unless one of you was dominant and one submissive. Two people involved in This who are drawn together sexually should see a sort of preciousness that should be guarded, because there are only so many of you who are going to be involved with This during my lifetime.
On a more practical note, here the two of you are together, and just because you are in a dominant/submissive dance, there is no need to push each other around. That’s especially true for the one who seems dominant. And that’s equally true for the one who appears submissive, whose genes are already wired up to say, “Come on, push a little harder? Couldn’t you maybe push with your fist?” There’s no need to beat on each other’s dance steps. You don’t need to whine to the other person, “Why don’t you get into step?” or to make comments such as, “Every time we get to this point on the dance floor, you always do this…would you stop it — you’re driving me crazy!” or, “You hold me too tight” or, “You don’t hold me tight enough.” To do these sorts of things is to beat on each other. It’s not as if it’s right or wrong to act this way, and it’s not the inherent problem of either the dominant or submissive dancer. If both parties are involved with This, they are both responsible.
As I said, first acknowledge the dominant/submissive dance going on between two parties in This. And realize that you are struggling for some kind of non-sarcastic freedom — a type of new growth and freedom that there’s no word for. You should be able to acknowledge, “One of us apparently, right now, is the dominant dancer most of the time.” And then realize that this dominant/submissive dance does not give either party the right to push the other around. You may attribute your being together to some kind of fate of the cosmos, and that may or may not be. But in general what brings people together sexually is what are known as the horny molecules — lust genes. It is the desire for Life to continue humanity, because right now man is a fairly important part of Life’s body.
All situations, including a sexual relationship between two people in here, require that there be C and D visibly going on. And they also require that a dominant/submissive dance be going on or your relationship is doomed for less than about three seconds. At the 3-D level one of you is dancing forward and one dancing backward, but you cannot let the dynamics as they go on in the City make both of you dance backwards. You cannot let them run you, any more than you would let other City, ordinary things run you — greed, ordinary anger, or ordinary mechanical prejudice.
If you allow City consciousness to dance forward, the two of you involved in the dominant/submissive dance become as one person. Life makes both of you dance backwards. You begin to hate each other, and you stay at each other’s throats. Everything seems wrong — you don’t like the other person’s dances or little steps. You blame them. And now the other person, whether dominant or submissive, is as submissive as you are. You are both dancing backward to the mechanical level of your own genes, to the strength of your own molecular makeup. And you’ll take it out on each other, as you’re supposed to. The submissive one will ask the dominant, “Why do you keep doing that?” And the dominant one will respond, “I didn’t do that!” And the truth is, he or she didn’t — Life is dancing them both backwards. If you can acknowledge and get a glimpse of that whole scenario, then there is a kind of not just thinking of action, but a kind of action available to people involved with This. It’s not easy. Oh, all right, why make you feel bad — it’s really easy. Just acknowledge the situation, and don’t let Life dance both of you backwards. Don’t blame each other or whine or push each other around in response to what Life is doing to both of you.
Now I want to point back to my great diagram of an individual as being a state. The City is ordinary consciousness — everything you are wired up to be. The Bushes are the unknown area where the revolution is taking place. In the City, there is a dominant figure who I sometimes refer to as a king — a tyrant or ruler. Also in the City there are, with a capital T and capital P, The People. The dominant ruler seems to be one’s personality, one’s “I” — the thing that seems to be reporting to Life. The ruler always seems to be reporting to you — complaining and looking for a whip to crack at the rest of the peons — the great unwashed masses of The People. The People are all the parts of you that you don’t approve of at any given time.
Now that we are up to speed in my description, here is something you should enjoy. I can take something that has been used in the City, that is used by Life, in what appears to be external circumstances and grab and pull it in such a way that it hollers, “Metaphor, metaphor!” And if I pull it far enough you can begin to stretch your perception. If you could pull your perception far enough, you’d understand that my hollering, “Metaphor!” to ordinary events is nothing. What’s profitable is to then make metaphor turn into reality. It sounds as if you’re moving backward by doing that, but you’re actually going in the other direction. It’s as if I took common reality and made it into a metaphor, and then when you get good, it goes from being a metaphor into super common reality. It almost goes back. It’s not a metaphor anymore.
Who needs metaphors? You could stay home and read a mystical book if This were all metaphors. This comes along as some kind of spiritual imagery structure that I’m building up — which, of course, it is. But if that’s all it were, you could stay home and daydream or read books. If that’s all it were, it would be easy — you could simply agree or disagree with what I say — like it or leave it!
Here we go. This is the sort of situation that happens out in Life — in the real cities with real tyrants and real people. That’s nothing but history and who needs that? History is the past — where all dead stuff resides, so I’m going to turn this into a metaphor. But it’s not a metaphor — it’s a fact; it’s alive. Really good, clever, tyrannical rulers have a supreme weapon they’ve always used. That is to make the people believe that they, the rulers, know everything that’s going on. Notice that I said, “Make them believe,” which isn’t much of a trick if you’re a tyrant. I didn’t mention to what degree the ruling powers actually have to know anything. You’ve just got to use the supreme weapon of making the people believe you know. Do I have to show you how easy it is? Let the tyrant send a few well armed, husky looking men out to break in on the people at random. It would help if all the break-ins were in the same section of the City, so word would get around.
So the tyrant just randomly picks some people and sends his men out to knock on some doors. If a John Smith answers the guard will ask, “Are you John Smith?” And when the man says, “Yes,” the guard says, “Come with me.” When the man asks, “What have I done?” the guard says, “The king wants you. He knows exactly what you’ve been up to, who you’ve been talking to, and what’s going on in this neighborhood.” And the guard takes him away. His family is watching. Maybe the man’s been doing nothing. He may be just an honest worker. But in his kind of neighborhood, the word of his arrest spreads quickly. And everyone soon knows that John Smith was taken away by the police and they didn’t say what he was charged with. But they did have his name and address and they told him that the king wanted him because he knew exactly what John had been up to.
If you want to get really crude you could say, “The king knows what you’ve been talking about, and the kinds of unsavory thoughts and rebellious attitudes that you’ve been harboring.” And, of course, everybody is harbouring those. We’re not interested in just Fred Jones and John Smith, we want the word to spread through the entire neighborhood that the police are sweeping down at midnight and grabbing people. And they’re not giving out any information. They’re simply saying, “We know what’s going on.” And then all the people with rebellious attitudes, in you, not some state, know that you’re going to die. They know that Life is making you dance backwards. Your genes know that the very thing that seems to be the height of their life at this level — your individuality — is going to be snuffed out. Then they’re back in the gene pool. The people are frightened because they know that we all have unsavory, rebellious, unholy, anti-religious, anti-governmental thoughts. And if they can swoop down and get John Smith, who seemed the epitome of a complacent, good citizen, they could get anybody next. So everyone begins to feel that they must be second or third on the king’s list. The whole city is alarmed. It is a beautiful weapon.
How do you treat yourself? How does what seems to be your ruling consciousness, which seems the very spark that sets you apart from a brick or a hippo, treat the rest of you? At the very least it acts as though you’ve got a king who is a slapstick comedian. You are certainly not ruled by a regency who has any semblance, or puts out an aura, any aroma, that it knows what it’s doing — much less that it knows what the rest of you are up to.
Now see if you can push this, and take a metaphor in two or three other directions. You can view us as a whole body. Look at what I do. It’s not open for public consumption. I’m not going to broadcast it, but as far as what goes on in your life and at City level, I know everything. That’s a fact. I know everything about you. And what I’m saying is as true as the example I just gave you. I could send out troopers and spread the word that I know exactly what is going on with you. “Is your name John Smith?” “Yeah, that’s me.” “Come with me.” In a sense, I am doing “Come with me,” when I stand here and try to convey some of This information, and you begin to understand it. That is equivalent to “Come with me. You are under temporary arrest, because I know what you’ve been up to.” And this is, of course, the possible use you can apply to yourself.
Many of you might think, “There are people in the City who seem delighted with themselves — who seem to love themselves. They must be their own little state unto themselves, with a wonderful monarch. They seem to think that they are the greatest thing going.” To people who are not wired up that way, it can appear that there must be people in the City who are exceptions to what I’ve described. But that is not so — you are simply exempt from seeing it. You may believe there are people such as scientists, intellectuals, statesmen, and religious leaders who are in charge. It appears to you that in a particular person, all of his internal people must be in awe of him. You don’t have the proper sight. The people in him do not believe that he knows everything — he doesn’t. He does not know everything going on in him. If he did, he’d be beside me. He and I would be in business. Those kinds of people do not exist in the City. But notice what I was saying to you — a supreme weapon is for the ruling powers to make The People believe that they know everything that’s going on. Why would I bring that out, if it didn’t have some possible use?
What I’m going to say next is almost going to sound like a direct denial of what I just said. This is something that a revolutionist type person can do or use — The People should unconditionally and immediately admit to anything. Doing this will throw the ruling powers immediately off their stride and balance. If there could be such a thing as a revolutionary driven people, then whenever the ruling powers or anybody who seems to be dominant to them, call them up for an explanation or ask the question, “What is going on here?” or, “Did you do that?” if they even imply the people did something, immediately say, “I did it. You caught me. I did it.” At City level, when you immediately admit to something, the ruling powers — the police, those who want to question you (which is a form of accusation) — are immediately defused. Like all good bureaucrats, they didn’t expect your response. It will throw them off balance. So, immediately, unconditionally, and as freely as you can fake it, say, “Yes, I did it. I did it.” To willfully intend to fake it is the only kind of good sincere action.