Jan Cox Talk 0777

The More Civilized a Man Is, the More Uncertain He Is

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Summary

#777 Feb 23, 1991 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

The Real Revolutionist must be able to communicate w/ himself on the basis of enthusiasm and accuracy (certainty). Remember, uncertainty is the automatic impress of the internal dialogue (partnership). The more civilized, the less certain a man is. Real Revolutionist life is freedom, not from act-based life; from fact-based life. It is to be free of the feel of the need to be free from facts.

Real Revolutionist life is to make progress by seeing that City-progress is no progress; the return to health following an illness is no progress, although it is considered so in the City. Everybody is in effect inventing his fact-based world continually, not his act-based one, Kyroot – 0:45 to end.


The News

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In case you’ve yet to notice, regarding certain services, the price increased every time you ask.

Rams not know to the rut,
write no odes slamming ewes.

Urban Version: Late trains are cursed only by those wishing to catch a train.

The best hope for escape is escape

Over near the debaters spot in the park, I heard one ole grizzler declare, “Blank verse – smank hearse – I say it ain’t poetry if it don’t rhyme.” And a by-stander asked me, “Did he say ‘whine’?”

Then there was this one guy who, every time he heard the old song, “It Had To Be You”, really thought that it had to be him.

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In all City affairs, conquests and campaigns, the buzzards arrive with the king.
(In Fact-o Number Fifty-Three On The Jackal’s Top Forty – with a bullet, is the song, “Why Wait Dear Claudio, Until The Last Bloody Minute.”

Somewhere “down the street”, “around the corner”, or “just over there”, someone is always claiming that the final shot is being fired.

After hearing nations referred to in the feminine gender, one voice demanded, “Well, if States are women, then what are traitors?” And another voice inquired, “Are you actually talking about political entities, or certain subversive neural activities?” The first voice suddenly got distracted and never replied.

Just as the kid was about to jump in for the first time, a father noted, “Remember, a man with three names has three chances.”

‘Tis rumored that one intellectually subversive group used as their “inner office motto” the following: “If you can drift in and out of the Revolution, you can drift in and out of consciousness.”

When it comes to City deliveries, you could say, (sans sarcasm of coarsely), that all errands are fools errands. (Of course also, you don’t have to say anything about, anything – right? After all, it’s your truck, you’re driving and this is your route…right?)

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Some more linguistic news from other worlds:
Most words that begin with the same letter have almost the same meaning.

This one ole man leaped to his feet, pointed his right finger high in the air, and declared, “If you’re going to be antipodal, be diametrically so.” And his kid pleaded, “But papa, how can you be otherwise?” To which the declared replied with a jerk, “How many times have I told you not to call me Agamemnon, or awaken me in the middle of a nap.”

Revised and revisited:
No kite is a kite until it is flown;
No gun is a gun until it is fired, and
No process is comprehensible until it is “Thing-Specified”.

In that far away land of Neural Springtime, a man prepared to quote others for support and authority for his own ideas is prepared for a lot – no he’s not, what he’s prepared for is Home sickness.

In the midst of a rambling letter recently received, the writer expresses the notion that “Trying to observe a Revolutionist’s mind in action is like watching a magic act in the dark.”

Axiomatic Graffiti For Our Times…Maybe:
Anything that lives only an hour away lives too close.

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There’s only one kind of disregard that means much – CHEERFUL disregard.

For those of you with increasing manifold sight, perhaps I should not that within the “Infinitely Adjacent” IS the ultimate remedy and arbitrator, (sans, of course, any local, human feeling or comment there)…NOW – “there”.

One fellow in an attempt to move his own education along smartly, said to himself, “Look, I’ll say most ANY thing if it’ll help.”

The great warfare twixt Good and Evil, has slain many a good man, but not near as many as death.

Memory:
The Arrogance of Death.

Then finally that night, Life said, “I’ll only rest easy once the last Revolutionist hasn’t been killed.”