(..............11sept3) The Real Revolution

The real Revolution would be to institutionalize the Eternal Present, ending the hemorrage of emigration into the unreal lands of past and future, but only the brave risk hurling their bodies under the blinding sword of the Glance of every moment looking out from every pair of eyes in the Procession of all beings down every street, only the brave can be ripe wheat dancing in the breeze as the scythe of time harvests them every NOW and NOW and NOW, only the brave become a grateful moth, the crisp sound of its extinction in each second's brief blaze punctuated only by the sound of its laughter, only the brave metamorphasize from rat in maze to lover in Garden, inferno-to-Paradise simply an inversion of the eyes, a reversal of attitude, and inferno is Mother to the Divine