Somebody’s to Blame
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#366 ** Jul, 13, 1988 ** – 1:30
Notes by TK
Language is used to “lay the blame” (3-d sense of responsibility). Words without sentences are nothing. There is a sentence to City life: “somebody’s to blame”. Language is the method whereby the nervous system makes itself known outside the body. Topology of Life is subject-predicate form: something is or does something. Life makes man take himself as a subject—a noun.
Life uses man in fact as a modifier, not a noun; uses man in an adverbial sense—man provides the services to Life-produced goods. Life is the original subject, man the modifier-predicate. Language is an assigning of sequential blame: actor—action (be or do)—outcome; the subject-predicate-adjective form. The sequence can go in two directions which always cover all possibilities, i.e., blame is placed either with the subject or predicate (we or they), never with the action itself or unprofitable behavior/outcome.
The whole purpose of language is to create a subject where in fact none exists. Life is a sentence with no subject. Language has the same limits as consciousness, i.e., consc creates a subject where none exists. The noun is for the purpose of modifying/expressing a condition about the verb, not the other way around. The RR would never blame a noun—It is an absolute pawn of the verb. There is no such thing as a complete sentence. No sentence is satisfying.
What’s more senseless and futile than attempting to explain to someone why they should use ‘proper’ grammar (to one with no wired-up interest in same)? ]
1:30 end.
And Kyroot Said…
Even the smallest of Revolutionist tales have room for
infinity.
***
In that ole-City-you, one professed thinker once declared,
“A prudent question is one half of wisdom.” Yeah, but which
half?
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In the City some say, “You are what you eat,” and others
say, “Your are what you think,” but in the Bushes it goes without
saying, “You are what you are.” Hey, let’s hear it for the
Bushes.
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There was once a particular Revolutionist who, in the midst
of being totally overheated, considered going back into the heart
of the City and making certain gestures public.
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Another way in which a wanna-be Revolutionist can do mayhem
to Himself is in knowing that His old voices give fallacious
directions, and to yet give heed to them. It is only a Real
Revolutionist who can singly constitute His own crime scene
wherein He is both victim AND perpetrator.
***
Apparently one of the signs used in the City to confirm your
intelligence is when you clearly affirm that “All creatures live
by instinct alone, save Man.”
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Whoever first said that “Ignorance is no excuse” sure didn’t
take His own advice.
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In His travels from state-to-state, the Revolutionist should
have “nothing to declare”.
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The second cousin of the so-called philosopher I previously
mentioned recently pulled himself up to his full so-called
height and let go with what I’m sure was his one best verbal shot
at semi-immortality. He proclaimed, and I quote, “Think of the
mess we’d all be in were it not for the timely discovery of
‘downhill’.”
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If it’s been named, it’s for sale somewhere.
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The Revolutionist gladly lets others lead the lives that
others believe must be led.
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I know I sorta “snuck it up on you” the first time, so let
me now just say it outright and plain, don’t “phone-in” your
life.
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In the 3-D world, there are no real “waves of the future”,
only “ripples of tomorrow”, vibrations of next week.
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You gotta wanna KNOW, then you gotta DO.
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If you feel obliged to announce that “It’s Art”, don’t be
too sure.
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Beware the dickle berries of the mind.
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Other day I heard this guy out near the Bushes say,
apparently to himself, “Well, young feller, you’re a mite late;
you done completely missed the season for nouns and conclusions.”
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Chew on this one: I once knew a Revolutionist whose prime
efforts were devoted to a “war on suffering”, and yet I never saw
him once give to charity.
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Whatever it may have been initially, if you consent to
“discuss it”, it sure ain’t no longer Art.
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In the middle of a barroom conversation, I heard a voice
firmly declare,”Yeah, but when it comes to MY opinion, I’m an
EXPERT.”
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Just wanted to assure you that some of them still know how
to have fun back in the City: Heard of a contest recently whose
grand prize was your choice of either open heart surgery, or a
metric ton of prunes.
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Remember: Life’s been this way before.
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…and Kyroot added: And It left a trail, if you can find
it.
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Heard yet another City guy wrap his hand around his beer and
his thoughts around his final philosophy when he noted, “Hey,
it’s ONLY wrestling.”
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The Past is a curious place to store things.
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Regarding advertising, AND, I might add, usual advice: If
you gotta be told what you want, you don’t want nothing
worthwhile.
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Another unspotted curio about Man’s inner noise, I mean, life:
One of the Partners has got to have everything explained to him
even if he must do it himself.
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I believe I have now collected sufficient evidence to safely
state that reading is no worse for you than watching TV.
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In the City, Men slave, and know not that they do. Out near
the Bushes a few suspect they slave, but know not why. Only the
Real Revolutionist may ever realize both.
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A hearty old City fellow, dressed mostly in clothes, gave me
this definition which he insinuated had some deeper significance.
But be that as it may, here she is: Circumcision: Short-
sheeting a man’s most private bunk.
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When a Real Revolutionist says, “Spare me the details”, he
MEANS it!
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