Why Three, When Two Will Do?
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#368 Jul 18, 1988 – 1:35
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :06.
The overriding RR topological question about how Life is arranged is: To What End the insufficiency of one and the lack of necessity of three? TWE is the binary both necessary and sufficient in all man’s activities? Duo’s cover everything: why? three is unnecessary—one is insufficient. Consider the dichotomy of ‘what is said’ vs. ‘what is heard’; this is a real, legitimate difference, distinction of importance for ordinary consc–why?
What is the difference between them? Isn’t it interesting that only man can be confused? Life has its own project on a greater scale, that the RR can become aware of regarding this say/hear dichotomy. Another duo: the mind vs. body; inner vs. outer domain of attempted improvement (spiritual vs. physical). This duo is both a maximal and minimal statement of the whole domain of human endeavor—why? TWE? Another duo: anatomy vs. physiology (or grammar vs. rhetoric)—i.e., what it is vs. how it works. Such division exists everywhere–it is not arbitrary. But what is the Real difference between any duo?
There is no difference and therefore two are required. This RR question of ‘what difference is there between the opposites of a duo?’ doesn’t exist in the City. Another duo to consider: government and religion; two power structures/forms of dominance. But religion = gov’t. There is an apparent trio: “I can’t” (inability)—“I won’t” (willful, arbitrary)—and “I don’t want to” (implied variety of choice).
Why/how the appearance of three? Note the lack absolutely of the availability of non-alternative, of “one-ness”: of no choice-ness. ][ Man is the only creature, even imaginable on earth who has the feeling and belief he can act not in his own best interest. TWE? How can it be arranged that man believes so, yet doesn’t act so? Man would not struggle otherwise. A final duo, even ultimate: reasons vs. excuses (non-valid reasons); it is connected to the say/hear duo.
And Kyroot Said ….
If there is no word for it, you may be onto something.
A Real Revolutionist comedian is one who makes up jokes even
HE sometimes doesn’t get.
Those who are driven to tell you you’re gonna be
“fascinated” by what they have to say, know you’re not.
In regards to that City statement, “Every Man’s life has a
subplot,” — yeah, don’t they WISH!
Heard yet another soul in the City attempt to verbally, if
not intellectually, “wrap it all up” when he said, “Life is WAY
too weird to think about.”
City folks actually shouldn’t be all that concerned over
questions of happiness, contentment, and satisfaction, for they
always have the fall-back positions of routine and habit.
The Revolutionist becomes ultimately SO tasteful and
discriminating that at times he can barely bear to associate with
even himself. (“I am the ONLY person for whom I have even the
least personal respect, and even THAT’S on a slippery footing.”)
Along certain energy lines, only Man stands between
profitable conversions, and wasteful short circuits.
Never trust a god with an ethnic name.
While others say, “I’ll NEVER find another love like my lost
love,” or, “I’ll NEVER be happy again,” the Revolutionist has
quietly discovered that never never comes.
I will admit to you that there are some in the City who are
absolutely, almost positively, convinced that “Something will
I heard one City religion make mention of their notion of
the “unforgivable sin,” which they described as a Man believing
he is better than his fellow man, and smarter than his gods,” but
I’ll be more inclined to call that the “unbelievable dumbness.”
(We need to at least TRY and keep some terminology straight.)
City People will remember, mark, and congregate about an
area where they experienced some calamity, or life threatening
event, often erecting monuments thereto, while a Revolutionist
invariably chooses to dis-recall where such events attended him.
Men ARE created with the need to “lean on something,” but the
Revolutionist will ultimately settle for no such structure other
Listen, if you’re gonna keep whining you might as well save
your rent money, and go ahead and BUY that place in the City.
That which falls from the sky today will fall again next
Thursday — count on it. Those committed to the expected will be
measured and fitted at 12:30 sharp — be there or be bare.
If YOUR algebra’s not funny, you’ve got one of those
outdated City math books.
A sterling, or at least, electroplated, City moral
spokesman was heard to confidently proclaim, “The time has come
my friends, for us to soundly denounce all modern perversions,
that IS, all perversion of which WE do not partake.”
Although reflections seem everywhere around us, the Real
Revolutionist finds triumph and defeat only within himself.
The Revolutionist knows that the proper way to start is
usually to begin. The Revolutionist knows that the proper way to
finish is often to forget it.
Those who routinely are wont to repeat the saw, “Seeing is
NOT necessarily believing,” must have, at one time, been
extremely frightened by some eye popping Peruvian pornography.
While alive, drink and eat, then drink and eat again, for
once dead, you’ll never get the waiter’s eye again.
Fashion is the feminine of duty. And newness, the expedited
version of allegiance.
On City terms, most good news has probably been overrated,
and bad news surely bum-rapped.
If he were to engage in such foolishness, would a Real
Revolutionist erect statues to gods of wants, or of needs?
Beware, the dip sticks of the mind.
Second Variation, Koechel’s Still Listing, Number 4:
Staring won’t solve shit.
If you can’t immediately and fully grasp how humorous Life
really is, you should at least be able to see how funny history
While visiting a strange colored mountain out near one
particular City, I found a most strange inscription which I
believe I’ll mention to you now. It read, “Many fail that one
may succeed.” No, it was, “One must fail that many may succeed.”
No, wait… ah, you got me all turned around and confused.
And from his ashes may be made, a narcotic bright as a
Martian sun, hot as the midday shade.
Even amidst the apparent chaos, and uncertainty of a life
well spent, the Revolutionist’s grandiose joy, and sublime duty
was in his secret, full fidelity to the king.