Revolution is a construct alteration with skin in the game. Your skin. Their skin, Our skin but skin nevertheless. Revolution internal and close to the heart and mind can be vulgar you say. Vulgar being what? A demise of the self? Or the demise of others? Or simply in bad taste according to what? Or who? Or when for all rivers change as do the traveler fording such affairs. Personally, I agree with your notion that any attachments come with a compromise.

The compromise is abdicating a part of one's self for a grander dimension. But hold on sage of sages, what becomes of us if we fail to be apart of something when that something is what we are? Like an artist and his gallery. Or the natural harp player and her orchestra. We join and to do so, elevates us. Not ot lose what we are but to become what we are meant to be. True to one's nature. No less but much more. And there is where the joy of being authentic meets its true meaning. Or as I would like to suggest, what it means to be true to one's self.