Tuesday, February 9, 2010

735. CALL ME WHEN THE REVOLUTION ARRIVES

CALL ME WHEN THE
REVOLUTION ARRIVES

Do not hesitate to chase down what you
see - a fleeing preserve, an idea running
away from you. By such means are revolutions
begun. One man, clamoring over something,
shouting high from a leafy perch, can caterwaul
the masses to prime their quick revolt.
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We, in shackles, huddle over pain and want.
Blankets of bad philosophy and the lies of
schemers attempt to cover us from their own
prescribed cold. Following such orders, the
wise Captain says, will bring peace and happiness.
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Instead, this compost heap of old ideas is riddled
with enforced rigor. Compulsory order keeps chaos
away : yet it is their order which shackles us,
and our chaos they most fear. Their own frightful
conundrum keeps them in fear just as our own
fear of them keeps us from chaos.
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I have to lay my cards down with Chaos.
It is the more creative way to die.

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