All Knowledge Is Incremental
Condensed AKS/News Items = See Below
AKS/News Item Gallery = jcap 1989-08-25 (0600)
Summary = See Below
Excursion / Task = See Below
Transcript = None
#600 Jan 24. 1990 – 1:08
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :05. Note that no knowledge in any field is conclusive, it is all incremental, each bit raising new issues/questions. This is a strong hint at that the primary purpose of words is not for conveying specific info, but to prepare the NS tor more. Words act like a kind of buffer/protection from the full impact of raw new energy always following.
Note that the info supposedly conveyed by the “great ideas” is anything but “words to live by”. Nobody takes “know thyself” or “give me liberty or death” literally. It has no practical application, no cogency because the words themselves are unimportant; the importance is in the preparation they afford men for coming energies.
If it be not true that men are more complex than the gods who created them, why do men have stories of the gods and not vice versa? Note that man’s stories of the gods are a detailing of a much more simplistic form of life, not a complex, superior one. This is a superior proof, invisible to the ordinary, that man is superior to his gods. Note the inadequacy of man’s stories about the future, which will be more complex than he is; it cannot be otherwise.
There are never any heroes. any living examples of This Thing. No mortal example of a future state can ever exist.. The Real Revolutionist cannot be an exemplary hero even of his own creation myth. Note the remove from this of all religions, replete with heroes. Everybody must have a hero; nobody will attempt to become something if no mortal example of it exists, the example of telling success.
It is the duty of the Real Revolutionist to exceed his ancestors, but not from any known position.
For NP : consider standard maxims, then make up your own (find some other “great ideas” with no literal meaning, i.e., words to live by that aren’t. )
And Kyroot Said…
I hope you didn’t bet more than you could actually afford to
lose, but I could’ave told you that the sequential never had a
If you’re not represented by new intelligence, the only
parts you’ll ever get will be in someone else’s commercials.
This kind of extracurricular activity is also exceptional in
that the real revolutionist is not “all that anxious” to be
anyone else’s dinner.
One father used to caution his daughter, “If you get
systematized, you’re hypnotized.”
One student of affairs revolutionaire states that according
to his studies and calculations, if such an activity had a
“standard bearer,” he could not be standard, and would likely be
As his “now-you’re-an-adult-going-away-present,” one
colorful father gave his equally bland son the following advice,
“Just as soon as you find someone who will listen, tell them that
you objected to it right from the start, but couldn’t find who to
Although compact, non-directional humor is a native bird in
revolutionist areas, there remains this cautionary chirp: don’t
laugh at anything you don’t fully understand.
In the mythic history of man, those who like to say, “What
we’re experiencing here is the moral equivalent of an
earthquake,” wouldn’t know a poetic seismograph if it rushed up
in a clown’s suit, ripped down their knickers and whistled the
march from Aida.
If a war is not an invasion, it is not a war of profit.
During the later months of his later years, this one fellow
looked up, looked off, and then commented, “One thing I have
learned, if life is the only thing standing between you and
death, then in this life even if you’ve ‘got it made’ you ain’t
got it made.
There’s not much demand, or regard, for a hero until he is
Erratic Myth Number Something: Once, in a fresh place, a
group of creatures gathered themselves together for the first
time, and after getting settled down they wondered what they then
should do. No one knew. Thus, was civilization born.
One particular planet put its transcendental, revolutionist
dreams into myths based on stories of military conflict, while a
sister world’s similar tales were centered on concepts of love
and compassion. To reconcile these variances, they decided to
stage an Olympic styled competition — sort of a “Paradigmatic
Play-Off,” and at first all went surprisingly well as good will
and sportsmanship seemed the order of the day, until one side
sent the other cream filled doughnuts stuffed with irrational
proverbs and dynamite.
One of the planet elders one day mentioned to the underage
underlings in his charge that almost everyone has some talent to
be ugly, and that it most tends to be exercised when one gets in
a serious mortal mode.
In a certain neural, judicial circuit, alert attorneys begin
to expect a most generous judgement when the other side must
resort for character witnesses to the likes of Attila.
Words To Remember In Radical Publishing: A rewrite won’t
necessarily make it right.
A revolution clearly defined is your grandmother’s tea
For their birthday, a father gave his quadruplet sons the
following verbal gifts: to the first one he said, “Some of what
I’ve told you is not true,” and after dismissing him he called in
the second one and told him, “Most of what I’ve told you is not
true.” Then when he had number three brought to him, he informed
him, “All of what I’ve told you is untrue.” And when that son
had left he called the last one from a closet where he had hidden
him to listen and told him, “Everything I said to them was a
This one guy who calls himself, “Doctor,” although he is
quick to boastfully add that he is just “barely illiterate,”
tells me that his very latest theory is that anger is like a
sweat gland for the mind.
The fitting climax to all acts is the introduction of the