To Stand Up Verbally for One’s Rights Is Proof You Have None
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12/24/1990
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#743 Dec 24, 1990 – 1:13
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :11. There is a kind of sweet, silent pride to doing This Thing. Not “ego” pride, rather an unspoken enthusiasm for pushing 3-d boundaries into the 4-d. It is an uncatalogued satisfaction in knowing you’re not adding to Life’s already Herculean tasks in growing; it is knowingly to conserve energy. It is a joy in tacit certainty of doing what you’re supposed to be doing, without comparison to external standard (which is all that ordinary intellect can do: rely on quotations, aphorisms for thinking; revision/plagiarism of the already thought).
It is a joy of knowing there is nothing to fear in the 3-d world. Tacit certainty is the only real certainty possible. There is no such thing as vocal certainty since it is always based on polarized thought, which is uncontrollably subject to reversal and change. Vocal certainty is impossible because intellectual certainty is impossible. The danger for the Real Revolutionist is not just vocalizing to others, but vocalizing within his own brain. A possible vocalized certainty for the Real Revolutionist: “Hooray! and thanks Life, for the future!” It is impossible to have any pride in what’s uncertain.
To accept being prisoner is already to make the supreme confession, to cooperate fully with the captor’s program; torture is unnecessary.
To stand up vocally for one’s rights is proof of having none (or else why the need to stand up for them?). The only real rights are tacitly assumed and exercised.
The News
DN900725.01
for June 28
In his later years, one fellow told me that his own motto
had become, “Give It All You Got.”, and further noted that it had
taken him this long to get a personal understanding of the
process of “give”, and to clearly see what constitutes “got”, and
to correctly measure the quantity of “all”, and finally to
recognize “you”, and at least suspect the true location of “it”,
but once that’s all put together, he says, the energy and
information behind the motto is of the highest quality. …”Give
It All You Got.”
Only those who perceive and support the future have one.
Although it’s not seen in your visible world, you’re told you’re being left at the same place where you were first told you
were loved. …(You just watch, someone’ll write me and ask if
this is the same as saying, “You die where you were born.”? You
just watch.)
One guy’s still wondering if laughter might indeed be “The
ultimate form of variety.”
Everyone gets soft in their old age except for two types:
those born hard, and those who don’t “old age-i-fy”.
There are no vocal certainties.
The only legacy left to one kid from his ole man was a
Velcro backed lap warmer which when held up to the light revealed
the words, “Never Trust A Sentence That Begins With The Word
‘But’.”
Another tasty feature of being in This Kinda Stuff is that
there IS no safety in numbers.
Even the king finally gave a direct order to the palace cat,
and the feline thought, “Why not.”
From the vast expanses of Spandex-ville comes a letter from
a woman who says she enjoys thinking about some of the things she reads in the Daily News, but she insists on adding that it “gives her the ‘willies'”
to think about thinking about such stuff on her own.
If you can get three guys to pose together for a
photograph — they’re dangerous.
On a cross town bus, while waiting at a major intersection,
a fellow about mid-way toward the front stood and delivered,
(said he), “Although it is an accepted historical and cultural
fact that some composers could write difficult music even they
couldn’t play, why should we ergo excuse a man for writing ideas
that he himself cannot think?”
Just because something can’t be seen three dimensionally
doesn’t mean it can’t be seen.
After less than auspicious occasions, one chap was wont to
remark, “A miss by an inch is as good as a miss by a mile.”,
until his partner finally noted that his little “truism” was in
no wise serving their decorous interests; so at such times he
began to assert that, “A miss by a mile is as good as a miss by
an inch.” …(If Daily News items had a moral it might be, “The Daily News ain’t
got no morals.” …oh, all right, I guess we could weaken and go
far enough to note that, “In many circumstances, it’s hard to
turn around.”)
Having to “stand up for your rights” is proof you have none.
All really good stories are apocryphal. …(Why else do you
‘spose they all happened sometime else and not now.)
Since it is the responsibility of prophets, scientists,
critics and inventors to “solve existing problems”, what’s the
Revolutionist’s job? — Huh?
One guy’s still wondering if laughter might indeed be “The
ultimate form of variety.”
Last week in mid-afternoon there was a group of people
sitting on the grassy hillock near the City Stadium and one man
suddenly stood and declared:
“I am no more than a mere lodger in my own body,”
and no sooner had he sat down than a woman arose and announced:
“And I am no more than a guest within my own mind and personality,”
and after she returned to her seat a third figure stood and said:
“And I, I fear, am but another hapless participant in yet another Daily News story that is going to leave me nonplussed, if not perfectly confounded.”
All real good thoughts have a secret, built-in self
protection.
From the local City comes another email, this one from a
chap who says he has undertaken to turn himself into a
“recognizable philosopher” solely through his own private
efforts; he goes on to note that he believes he now has all of
the “questions about life” narrowed down to this query: “Which
is the silliest, the past, or the present?”
Final Notice: The substitute for good social position is
being able to think.
Final Notice Part II: Those OF such
position paid me to say it like this rather than the other way
around.
A few still like to hear about the guy who got so good at it
that he didn’t have to do it anymore.
This one king declared, “Those who pity me I slay,” and an out
of town visitor inquired as to how many men had been so
dispatched, and his kingliness replied, “None.” and for a moment
the transient thought he’d learned something….(A curious
thing — No?)
At some sort of meeting over at the University’s Faculty
Centre one man took the podium and commenced his comments to
witly: “The best suggestion made thus far is the suggestion that
hasn’t been made thus far…”
Once you’ve figured out how things work spatially, you can
go on to more complex and satisfying affairs. …(It can be
helpful to note the actually simplicity of spatial operations in
that all possibilities are limited to three dimensions and two
magnetic directions.)
There was this one chap who began to seriously harbor the
notion of marrying himself … until one day he suddenly notice
how ugly he was, and DEEPLY resented having made such an unseemly
observation.
Don’t fret the possibility of additional torture — just
BEING a prisoner is confession enough.
A Meaningless Little Askewed View Of The Talking Evolution
Of Man: “Anything I don’t understand doesn’t exist.”; then,
“Anything I don’t understand is evil.”; to, “Anything I don’t
understand is incorrect.”, and then, “Anything I don’t understand
doesn’t exist.”
The bad news is that dead heros are not measured by the size
of their bullet holes.
To back up his demands, the ruler of one City threatened his
neighboring state with an “age bomb” which, when dropped, would
make everyone there get older; the threatened monarch pondered
this potential, then declared the danger manageable and dismissed
the threat, whereupon the first ruler then claimed to have a “new
and improved version” of his bomb that would not only cause
everyone hit to become older, but would moreover make them talk
about it incessantly… …(Capitulation was almost instant.)
Once upon a timey-time there was a man in the City who would
make a mess just so’s he wouldn’t have to clean it up.
If a plot’s not subversive, it’s not much of a fuckin’ plot.
One contemporary commando says that the best thing about
having problems is not having any help.