Ordinary goals must be vague..
Reading of Kyroots with 24 minutes of video to boot.
The video has only Jan’s Comments , while the Audio has the aphorism reading for an hour.
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Summary
Jan Cox Talk 0508 – Jun 19, 1989 – 1:28
Notes by TK
Group reading of Kyroots to 1:05.
Jan elaborates on certain ones. The Real Explorer is never outsmarted; he will defuse potential negative impact even when there is almost nothing to lose.
Goals of change must be vague in the ordinary or no attempt to change is possible, change would be instantaneous. Cost-efficiency is not possible in the ordinary City system.
Revolutionary data is equally useful forward or backward.
If you can’t defeat Life in your internal Dialogue, make its victories increasingly expensive to the degree of bankruptcy (of The Dialogue).
The News — first set see k120787.txt
And Kyroot Said:
The Real Revolutionist realizes two distinct ways to move, and attack. One is to just do what you intend to do with no comment. The other approach is in the area of thinking-of- action, that being, you widely announce your intentions, and let the words themselves have their effect.
It is during the chase that the hormones-of-the-spirit are most active, not after the capture. The blood boils in battle, not in victory.
Is it true that things are beautiful or not within themselves and praise, or lack of it, has no bearing on it? OR, is praise and recognition a real part of 3-D beauty?
In the City I have heard some comments as, “Hell is peopled by the pious,” and “Hell is filled with good intentions,” but if there could be any truth-to-the-matter it would be this: “Hell is littered with engraved invitations.”
I guess, if you really wanted to, you could look upon excessive talk as being a virus, (and one that is unbelievably contagious.)
In the course of a single, 24 human-hour-period, I heard all of the following: “Rivers are ceaseless,” “The sky is infinite,” “God is merciful,” and “Men die in the morning, and are born at night.” I had to lay down and take a nap.
Should the Recruits be told to look upon their inner struggle with themselves as an “invasion,” a hostile, aggressive attack, or as a “liberation,” the helpful act of one friend to another?
When it comes to the actual protection of one’s temporary, revolutionary abode, is it more efficient to “tell” people to “stay away” (barking), or to literally “keep them away” (biting)? (Much avoidable weariness arises from one’s apparent inability to make, and move on this decision.)
Two thousand years ago I heard it said that “Rarely does valor and wit reside in one man.” Then a thousand years later t’was noted that “You will not find honor and piety in the same soul.” And after that I heard such notions as, “Never do beauty and intelligence dwell together,” and “Seldom can you discover within one person both virtue and courage.” Now what I want to know is this: With you humans, just what’n hell DOES go together?
The Comparison of Views Regarding The Same Area From Differing Sources: “I believe that in the end the truth will endure,” taken from A Short History of The English People, versus “I believe that in the end the tall will prevail,” from A History Of The Short English People.
One of the most difficult things for recruits to remember is that you can never triumph, much less get slashed and stronger in wisdom, if you do not engage in combat. You can plan, dream, and thrash about in the bushes until the bartenders come home, but you will remain undecorated, and will never see any new sights, ain any new ground, or acquire meaningful scars.
Riches without power is at best only a third of real wealth.
Proverb Update: Original version, “When Nature made him She broke the mold.” Improved rendition, “When Nature made him She broke the bounds of good taste.”
Why, why, and then some more, “why,” I ask you, has reason always been declared the enemy of faith? intelligence, the foe of feeling? Why does the son so mistrust his father?
The Revolutionist knows that as far as the People are concerned, if nothing else, it can at least truly be said, “They will boldly go where everyone else has gone before.”
To have a really good act requires simply that you have one truly “great number.” My act IS my life: my life is my act. And the ordinary would ask, “But what do we do for an encore?” and the Revolutionist replies, “I AM my own encore.”
Don’t forget, whilst temporarily languishing in the City: If it took three men to play the bassoon we would not need oars.
Is it some kind of presently unrealized cosmic law that only pitifully serious men can write on serious matters?
History eventually teaches everybody a thing or two, (especially the dead).
The Revolutionist sez, “If it ain’t irrelevant it’s of no interest to me.”
Anything that can be named can be found to have a verbal superior; thus the People keep re-defining and re-inventing their gods.
The People will watch or listen to almost ANYTHING rather than having nothing to do.
As opposed to good, solid ordinary info, Revolutionary data is somehow kinda wistful, even windblown.
Although Life makes Men hope, believe, even expect otherwise, the Revolutionist knows that the People are going to be feeling just about how they feel now.
Perhaps the most shameful, even fatal mistake, is to believe that in any matter, any word is the final word.
The one cry that even the most entrenched, blase’ City dweller dreads to hear, “You gotta pay retail.”
An apropos slogan can be, “If it works, use it,” but a subtle zinger lurking there-about is the fact that if a Real Revolutionist “uses it” (whatever it is), it will work.
In the City, the most effective disguise of all is probably to go naked.
While believing himself free of “prying ears,” I heard a certain Revolutionist say to himself, “You know what particularly impresses me about you? That even just between us two, when I leave a provocative and inviting opening, you still decline to talk about yourself.” (About as tough as a re-fried combat boot, and a good bit more sensitive.)
I caught The Man Who Actually Knows How Life Works, talking again to some of his “That’s Entertainment” Church flock, and hat he was saying was this, “Could any of you conceive of the possibility of ‘The Secret’ I refer to being, in fact, secret, because it might be ridiculous? What if almost everyone had thought of ‘The Secret’ at least once in their life, but it was just so ridiculous that they forthwith forgot it. Could you imagine such a ridiculous thing? Can any of you conceive of such a ridiculous, albeit entertaining possibility?”