Far beyond the grip of City influences and urban battles, the Real Revolutionist executes His own form of Agreeable Inner Conflict.
In the tingling midst of a burly City crowd, a voice cried out, “But force is no cure,” and was immediately answered by another which said, “Yeah, but it’s a helluva treatment.”
the toe jam
of the mind.
No matter what others may believe, or institutions may announce, the Revolutionist knows that all resources are not yet exhausted, or all possibilities yet explored.
If NO ONE, including your dearest and closest friends, knows what you think, you may be on to something.