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WHEN MIGHT ORDINARY CHANGE
BECOME A REVOLUTION?

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Hint: When A Revolutionist Begins To Find It Funny

February 20, 2007                                          © 2007 JAN COX

When he was asked to comment on the progress he had made, this one fellow thought, "If you have to show 'Before-and-After' photographs to prove the change, it's either hardly worth noting, or else illusionary to begin with."

Wielding a kind of confined, albeit self-fulfilling,
if not protective logic, one man,
carrying suicide confidently in his back pocket,
warned life: "Don't fuck with me!"

One Sunday while in the bathroom, the King thought,
"I wonder if I'd like me more if I talked about myself more,
and less so in the third person?...."

One city that spoke for many people had this to note:
"The human mind is a delicate balance, and requires about all a person can do to keep it stable; so who needs anything that specifically rattles its already precarious condition."
(….and the revolution didn't say,
"Are you talking about me?"
because it doesn't say stuff like that.)

One man nicknamed his own mind "Bunky."
He said he found it a bit more "inviting"
than the more formal Theodore.

Although you needn't personally sweat the minor details of clichés, you might care to note that in the secondary world anything that truly "makes a comeback"
will do so with a kind of vengeance.
(You might further like to remember this whenever faced with the normal return of whatever it is you've already thought.)

The Rebellious Ringmaster of one man's mind
referred to the ordinary population of the intellect as,
"Those nervous without a net."

A gentleman with a good job in the city contacts us to say, "You shouldn't be so quick to dismiss 'personal anecdotes,' for while they may not be facts, they are potential indicators of soon-to-BE discovered hard data."
It is certainly not surprising that a man such as he has a substantial position downtown.

To help the local creatures "get going" this one god decided that the accordion would stand as metaphor.

For what a revolutionist knows to be of optimum value,
even commonly known data should have been obtained through his own efforts; it is thus that a neural rebel must, in a sense,
re-discover electricity--
re-invent the lightbulb--
re-map the movements of the heavens---
and always, by so doing,
distinguish aspects
never before noted.

Immediately after he awoke each morning, but before he ever got out of bed, this one chap would write a complete novel.

A man with a bow tie can get a pair of glasses,
and a man with a tie and glasses can get a suit,
and a man with a suit and tie and glasses can get a job in the city, and then he can afford city thoughts and REALLY "be somebody."

As the lad entered into the family business,
the very first thing his father said to him was,
"If it's not attractive, don't even CALL it 'merchandise.'"

Just as you don't actually sleep just to sleep, but sleep so that you can be awake later, so too with thinking more than you have to; you don't "do it" just to accomplish having "done something" right now, but rather so that you can do MORE later.

During an off-the-record interview, one god stated that using pseudonyms was acceptable so long as everyone still knows who you are….
A man in the back row says that he is "strangely frightened" that if it wasn't a god saying that in the story that it either wouldn't make as much sense--or else make a whole lot more. Either way, he says he's unusually disturbed thereby.

The human nervous system fills from the bottom up.

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