Jan Cox Talk 0961

The Receding Horizon

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#961 Apr 17, 1992 – 1:08 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :38. The Revolution apparently has a local form, e.g., franchise—but eludes all attempts at specificity. The horizon always recedes as you approach it. If you’re not dancing w/ change you’re not rebelling. “Success” in a Neural Revolutionist = failure, no revolution. Only dead ideas are non-abrupt enough to be pleasant company w/ ordinary people.

Epilogue re: cable network broadcast logistics.


The News

Then! — excitedly looking at their maps, many of the passengers cried out, “We ain’t goin’ NO WHERE!”

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One guy went into a room by himself and said, “Look, you don’t fool me — ‘being serious’ is just an excuse for feeling bad and running up your chemistry.”

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And one fellow says he’s begun to look upon all of what he already knows as little more than “diseased rumors.”

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You can increase the chance and frequency of fresh answers if you can learn to “dis-inhabit” your own questions.

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When things are civilized and going well with men, speech acts like a laundry.

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…and Kyroot-the-horticulturist horted: One guy arranged his back yard in such a way that sounds and messages from all over his own planet would somehow “bounce back to him.”

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One guy always thought, “Boy! If I was somebody else I could start all over!”

…..And one guy thought, “Boy! I am somebody else.”

…..And one reasonable guy thought, “Jeeze! Who are these other guys!!”

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One day, one revolutionist thought, “If man’s collective mind takes drugs — we’re it.”

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As long as ordinary thinking believes a renaissance is the health goal it will continue to make remedial efforts in the geriatric ward rather than take up residency in the nursery.

….. …and Kyroot added: Only the dead are sufficiently un-abrupt to be pleasant company for most.

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…and Senor K. noted: One man called all of his brains into one cleared area, and once things had quieted down, said to them, “Anything that you can explain — sucks.” …(He thanked them for their attention, and said he’d probably see them later.)

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At sixteen minutes past the hour one ole man told the kid, “If the only way you can make friends is by exposing your own weaknesses then I say we should reconsider the possibility of ‘hermit’ as an acceptable occupation.” …(And a listener asks: “Why is it that in some of your ‘ole-man-and-the-kid’ stories the kid responds to what the ole man says, and in others he don’t? Why?”)

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…and Kyroot offered: More insight into the nature, operations and benefits of the secondary world: It is cheaper to wear expensive shoes than it is to have expensive feet.

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…then Kyroot offered this Mental Marriage Memo (if not further egregious overuse of alliteration): People who live downstairs seldom get divorced.

….. …and one chap (getting close to middle-management regions) made a deal with himself that whenever he’d say “never” he’d actually mean “seldom.” …(And believe-it-or-don’t, but it worked! …[Well at least as well as anything else did for him.])

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The actual place for futuristic, rebellious thinking could be marked on a map as being over in the “always, approximate near.” …(But of course never close enough to be of any concern or bother to the ordinary.)

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…and Kyroot observed: A king who can’t entertain the people when necessary is always subject to hanging.

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The park speaker raised his eyes, lifted his arms and declared to the crowd, “There are places where the sun never shines!” and a chap shouted back the warning, “Don’t you be TALKIN’ about my FAMILY!”

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…and Kyroot gave today’s Rebel’s Rhetoric Lesson: In man’s secondary world the severity of verbs is quickly overcome by the comfort of modifiers.

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And yet another correspondent writes the Advice Doctor: “Dear Doctor: Do you think this ‘mental revolution’ thing is anything like maybe — ‘purposeful daydreaming’? Huh? What’dya think?”

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If you’re prepared to dance with change you’ll never be lonely.

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…then with an appropriate baroquian trumpet fanfare and introduction, Kyroot read another entry from the, “Big Book Of City Truisms W-A-Y Too Obvious To Ordinarily Mention”: “A weak man is a happy man.” Oops!, could be a misprint here, it might say: “A weak man is a satisfied man.” (Oops!, Oops!, Oops!)

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Broadway lowdown: The name of the new play that never opens is, “No Premise — No Conclusion.” …(And several mutant synaptic strains said, “Hah! We could be part of a Great White Way if we so desired.”)

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It is said that in additionally dimensioned realities doctors aren’t allowed to believe in funerals.

….. …corollary: It’s hard to “dance with the dead.” Corollary’s corollary: Not in a 3-D world it’s not!

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The triumphs of the collective, and the success of the revolutionist are not the same thing, not better-or-worse — just different.

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Once you leave the basement and make your way through the already furnished floors, onto the unfinished upper decks, your new thinking needs the protection of a secret insulation.

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…shhh! Inside of a goo land a voice said, “Listen! — this is your voice talking.”

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One man once described the revolution as “Pushing energy to the wall!”

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…and Kyroot noted: And after not much time had passed someone said, “Hey, I bet I know what the ‘secret insulation’ would be!”

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In an attempt to bring some “instant dignity” to their newly formed kingdom, the Undersecretary Of Official And Important Matters proposed that their flag carry, in its lower right hand corner, a figure denoting the average bosom size of their women.
…(The king later observed that the first man in a new royal dynasty is faced with many difficult decisions and complex questions; he says that this is not one of them. …[Although when off duty, he says he enjoys a good laugh as well as the next monarch.])

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And one young lad exclaimed, “I want to be so smart that everyone else will notice it and be impressed!” And his ole man thought, “Jeeze!, am I actually responsible for such dunder-headed loin-fruit?!!”

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In one universe, along with the new phone books, the local god enclosed his “Three Rules For Communicating With Moi”:
“1. I do not accept collect calls. 2. I do not accept calls. (and) 3. Guess what number 3 is.” …(You know, looking back on it now it seems kind of silly, but a well respected banker in 1042 claimed that the deities had lost their sense of humor.)

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Two blocks from the new Hall Of Records a man sat down for a rest and thought, “There are several possibilities, and stuff in life: Well, one is a certainty — Life is gonna eventually kill you, but along the way and stuff, you could try chewin’ on IT for a bit.” …(In some languages there are words with only limited, definitive use; and in most, the word “revenge” is operational only up to the point that “speaker-meets-life.”)

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News flash! News Flash!: Over in the city one man quit worrying — and nothing has been heard of him since!

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In his secondary, mental back yard, after the squirrels continued to eat up the bird feed, one man just began to call it “squirrel chow,” and says that took care of that. …(A certain military strategist stationed just out of the people’s sight says that it is easiest and most logistically efficient to begin by pushing around words, and thoughts, and then worry about any retaliation from hormones.)

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If you’re prepared to dance with change you’ll never be bored.

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One day two brothers, or sisters, were talking and the first one talked, “Many people who wonder if they’re ‘on the right bus’ don’t even have a ticket!” And the second one said, “But isn’t that just the point, and the connection between the two.”

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In one collective city, as life flourished and busied itself with secondary abandon, so as to keep better tax and registration records, and so as to more efficiently serve the people, and so as to encourage happiness and a sense of individuality and belonging, all cars had to be painted the same color.

….. …and a viewer who never sees our show says: “When things like that last one begin to make perfectly good sense to me then you can certainly count on me to quit watching your damned old program entirely.”

….. …and a bystander to all of this thought: “That thing about all cars having to be painted the same color surely has something to do with the homogeneous and contiguous nature of man’s collective thinking and concepts of reality.” He pondered on this for a moment, then further mused: “After all, it’s apparently impossible to even think about some things — especially certain really important things — without doing so in a metaphorical manner.” He then pondered on this, wondering — what it meant, why it should be so, and why would things be arranged in this roundabout fashion, and still some people be allowed to realize it. (He found it all difficult to understand directly.)

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You can calculate the difference between the “furies” and stardust by subtracting you from all that is not you.

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During “Semi-Happy Hour” over at the Ole Sorehead’s Bar one of the regulars says he’s now sort of started to “come to terms with life,” and even enjoy it some by looking upon each new day’s possibilities and offerings as a “Complaint Buffet.”

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And one alert city park noted, “Those who can’t be original tend to become religious.”

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It is not that man’s past, collective ideas are of no value or use at all, for a rebel sailor might well utilize them as a living anchor, a temporary substitute wind, even reading material on a lazy day.

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A guy wondered, “What would it be like if the revolution had two legs?!…..or three?!!….or even one?!!…

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And our fine mail delivery service brings this letter to the sometimes-also-rumored-to-be-fine Advice Doctor: “Dear Doctor: If an all-out battle ever occurred between nouns and verbs, who would win?”

….. …and attempting not to unduly rush things — the Advice Doctor executed the pause we just witnessed, and then responded: “Dear Sir: Heads up!! ‘Tis not a question of ‘if’ such a battle ever occurs — just look around you! In the midst of it we already be! And as far as the matter of, ‘who would win,’ that, too is obvious — we all do.”

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If you’re prepared to dance with change you’ll never be angry.

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…and kindly ole professor K. de la Root said: The mechanical efficiency of ordinary thought is not unlike the relationship between water and gravity. …(Several very important and distinguished decades of the post modern era issued this joint statement: “A sentence that doesn’t make sense can not be representing an idea that does.” …[They seemed quite pleased with their day’s effort.])

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While visiting some of your far distant relatives in another universe a man there told me that he periodically hears the sound of something heavy “hitting the side of his house,” but that he won’t go out and see what it is and “give it the satisfaction.”

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One man sends this word: “Being trapped in a parable is no laughing matter.”

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And a man who’d earlier heard the notion proffered that said: “Those who can’t be original tend to become religious,” later pondered to himself, “Well, if it came to it, I wonder which the gods would prefer: Those who offer faithful homage and submission, or those who might show some independence, and individual initiative?”

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Physically speaking, we could say that revolutionist thinking in the brain is “living at the chemical perimeter.”

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As life becomes more complex, as space seems to actually shrink, and new possibilities for unexpected problems appear, the mayor of one city proposed a new ordinance that said children should not be allowed to wave at pilots of commercial aircraft while they’re in flight, and distract them from their duties.

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A correspondent asks: “Is it easier to enjoy the revolution when it’s not around?”

….. …(Now as played on a different jukebox): A correspondent asks: “Is it easier to enjoy the revolution when it’s not around?” — Hey sucker! Ask it about yo brains!
…(For your future reference, that was number G-11.)

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…then Kyroot gave this grooming tip: If you pet some dogs or ideas too much their hair’ll come off.

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Taking prisoners out to be shot on a regular schedule offers no assurance that you will capture others. Correction: Yes it does.

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A new speaker this afternoon in city park addressed the assembled thusly: “My friends, you look like a clean dressed, showered, well groomed, and civilized bunch, so let me ask you: Why — WHY does life make us all feel like it’s always about to come apart?” And a voice cried back, “Because it IS, dumb-one.” And he graciously replied, “Oh.”

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One guy’s kingdom was divided up into parts.

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…then Kyroot told our Joke For The Day: Two rebels were walking along a railroad track and the first one said: “You know, civilians sure lead an interesting life.” And the second one answered, “Yeah, and part of the fascination is that they don’t seem to know it.” — (Laugh here.)

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If you’re prepared to dance with change you’ll never be depressed.

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Over in one rebel training area someone posted a sign that said, “The emotions have never been to boot-camp, and it’s too late to start now.” …(I wonder……what sentiment would cause a man to make such a sign?….)

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On a city street, a chap who’d just run over an insurance adjuster stopped long enough to tell us his latest “Health Improvement Tip.” (Not withstanding the fact that he himself spelled “improvement” with only one “e”) — he says that everyone should set aside one day a week to do nothing but whine and complain.

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…then Kyroot the “Ole Realtor” said: “Prime property won’t last long.” (Then answered himself, as though it were someone else), “Yes it will — that’s why it’s prime.” (And then pretending to be you, Kyroot hung his head in shame for being so stupid.)

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At a city traffic light one pedestrian told a woman with a small child, “Men who have need to believe in demons and evil spirits simply lack sufficient government.”

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And yet another fine inquiry comes in to the Advice Doctor’s box: “Dear Doctor: Why is it that all over the civilized world people only dance in pairs? (I know this is not literally and unconditionally so, but what tha hell — answer the question anyway!)” Signed, “A Man With Questions.”

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The subtle danger of hanging around the city “seriously” is that it will gradually and imperceptibly turn into your graveyard long before you’ll ever notice. …(“Yeah,” said Kyroot, “that IS the way it’s s’posed to be. But not for thee — not for thee.”)

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…and Kyroot said to the troops in private: The only way you could have become a rebel sooner was to have been born a natural orphan.

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To “Bring himself up to date,” and to be contemporarily “with it,” one man now tells everyone who’ll hear him out that “being alive is being in ‘recovery.'”

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Being suddenly struck by the muse of rhyme, one ole man sent the kid off with this advice:
“Go right ahead and do your best,
But the
Secondary world remains a guess.”

….. … a chap with a sandwich and small drink turned to the man behind him in line and said, “Certainty?! — Certainty?! — You want ‘Certainty’ — Die! — and there’s your certainty!”

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Quiz time — Quiz time: What’s worse than keeping a diary? Keeping one and going back and READING IT! …(Uh Oh! — too late — “Quiz Time” again, already: What’s worse than keeping a diary?” — BEING one!)

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Then one god decided to actually visit where he was supposed to live, and after having a good look around thought, “I don’t know which is the cutest: Those who take all this serious, or those who take it real serious.” …(And his fifth grade teacher added, “He’s still murderin’ the language, and wouldn’t know what to do with an adverb if one came up and bit him on the ass.”
…[And the manager of this cable station wishes to insert a formal “disclaimer” right here, and specifically wants us to announce that they are NOT open on Saturdays.])

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…and Kyroot noted: Those who can be original and author their own thoughts secretly say, “If I make it fiction, it STAYS fiction.

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A voice poised on the planet’s highest point declared, “The way a creature speaks reveals the way it thinks.” And everyone fell silent — although they’d never spoken before anyway.
…(And a viewer who says he’s “sick” of writing to our show, although he’s never done so before, states, “You, trying to talk about the human mind as though it actually existed and was a real thing, always reminds me of something….”)

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The revolutionist is like a parallel man.

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…then (pretending to be “cute” and all that) Kyroot said: Many things can make the people who live downstairs roll their eyes and grit their teeth. …Okay, three things. But many things can so spark those who reside UPstairs. (“So there! There! — Take it from there!” cried K., shaking his pom poms.)

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Whenever he was in the city around serious, important people and laughed, this one man would often feel as though he were suddenly just a sloppy imitation of himself. …(And then the late, great “Sixteen-hundreds” — [Ah, you remember them] — interrupted to say, “I trust this is not going to be another one of your cheap, modern attempts to redefine the nature of what being civilized is.”)

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…then for your brain’s sake, Kyroot noted: The expected won’t help, but it’ll sure keep you sane.

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One Tuesday the prince’s private tutor told him, “There was once a people whose main source of nourishment was anger; they did not however, constitute the full population of the land.”
…(The young regent went to bed with dreams of future dances in his head.)

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…then Kyroot said: We received this letter which was from almost everyone who is not me: “Dear Kyroot: Some of what you say makes me think. And some of what you say makes me think I should quit listening to what you say.”

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…and for today’s combustible Cosmology class Kyroot noted this: When space reaches a certain heaviness it turns into time. And when time achieves a certain weight, what it becomes — only a revolutionist knows.

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If you’re ready to dance with change, change is ready to dance with you, and the band just might know stardust.

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One hot day, after several quick glasses of double strength lemonade, one rebel mused, “You know, I’ll bet we might just be life’s revenge on everybody who ever thought too slow.”
…(Later, after he’d calmed down, he looked at himself and said, “Hey, — don’t look at ME!”)

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“I hate to rush you,” said ma ma to the brood, “but we can’t go home until you die.” …(Genes HAVE no words for “funeral,” or “wreath,” or “mourning” …[“Yeah,” said one synapse, “they’re too CHEAP!”])

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In goo fields (perhaps not metaphorical) — during an electrical storm (maybe not symbolic) — a man stood high, high, high, high up on a hill and addressed all below: “My friends — we are all in this together.” And they shouted back, “We’re not your friends!” And those who were, also shouted out, “Yes, and WE’RE not IN it with you.” …(He then quickly admitted that “that was about that.”)

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In areas with no natural beach front, rebels will put the mysterious whale on a railroad car, and put it on parallel tracks just barely visible over the horizon.

….. …Asterisk*: Everyone’s brain has a horizon.

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Once upon a time, thoughts looked at emotions with envy, believing them to be the example of “renewable resources.” Now the situation is sometimes reversed.

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One day Life — or maybe it was the city — no, I guess it was Life — but it could have been the city — or even collective thought… …oh, now I’m not absolutely certain, if that matters, but one day Life (or something) said to a man: “Okay! — Go on and get it over with, and move along.”

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…and Kyroot mused: Part of a revolutionist’s neural sport is in sometimes operating at the edge of being intellectually INoperable.

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A viewer says: “I don’t like it when you try and confuse me by saying ‘brain’ instead of ‘mind,’ or ‘mind’ instead of ‘brain.’ …(And as a matter of fact, I don’t believe this is the first time I’ve complained to you about this!)”

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Don’t dance on stardust.

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Ordinary men are directed by external-sources-of-authority — a revolutionist, by the future.

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Then one man’s P.F.L. (Primo Frontal Lobe) remarked (with a sigh): “Being king is just a job — that’s all, just another job.”

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All warfare is urban; all warfare is inner; all warfare is a celebration in disguise.

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…and speaking to you from what should have been the future, Kyroot said: Those who cannot tend to the Lamb tend to make Mary — nervous.

….. …and a man up a tree, in back, calls out, “Gimmie a break! — I can’t be healthy AND do this revolution-thing — can I?!….”

….. ….and several attentive squirrels wondered, “Were those last two Kyroots connected somehow?”

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There’s this one guy who gets his information from somewhere else.

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And a viewer asks: “Am I close? Is the revolution like, maybe…like maybe an exception to EVERYTHING?!”