Is the best that will be said over you as they finally “lay you down,” “Well, he lasted right up to the end”?
There is Life, and there is the picture-of-Life.
There is the world, and the map-of-the-world.
(And there is Man, and his long lost x-rays.)
Nothing is as deeply and satisfyingly chaotic to a Revolutionist as real, natural chaos.
The real studies of the Revolutionist are never simply passive, for even his observations are a kind of right angle participation.
Many of the people believe that the Great Ones still watch Man from their graves, but the Revolutionist reverses the process.