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+ | The wise spags remain Free. | ||
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=== Chapter 39 === | === Chapter 39 === |
Revision as of 18:22, 27 April 2009
part of the Sacred Chao Te Ching
Contents
Chapter 31
Gray is the color of destruction hated by people therefore followers of the Way never use destructive disorder. Instead the wise spag uses the creative trip left or the destructive trip right Destructive disorder is not used by good leaders. When its use cannot be avoided the best policy is to banish with laughter. In wartime victory there are no lulz. Those who celebrate war delight in destructive disorder. Those who use destruction with no creative silver lining will not be successful leaders. The killing of laughter should be mourned with sorrow. We stand hand in hand in aftermath.
OR
Rigidity makes oppression simple; free spirits resist. Rules disguise suspicion; only follow with care, the brave man will break them & proceed from his heart. Rewarded with sovereignty, being free his intent. If freedom is in danger, how can he rest? Those who oppose him are not evil, but trapped in a cage. He speaks of a jail break & rattles their chains, rekindles a smoldering to burn down the place. He enters the idiot asylum with care & consideration as if crossing a battlefield. -by Honey
Chapter 32
Chaos cannot be labled, Because it contains all lables. Therefore, all definitions are incomplete. It's Gödels, all the way down. Order and Disorder unite, And Illusion slips into Chaos. When spags learn language, labels begin. With labels, one should know when to stop. Knowing when to stop, the wise spags see the Illusion; And are free to create as they see fit.
Chapter 33
Those who question others are wise. Those who questions themselves are enlightened. Those who revolt against the masses seek attention. Those who revolt against their own biases are brave. Those who accept through faith are blind. Those who reject the unproven are foolish.
Chapter 34
Chaos embraces the Illusions of Order and Disorder. It contains all things, Even that which is not there. It does not judge, It has no subjectivity. It has no meta, For even thoughts outside Chaos Are found within Chaos. If all things that change are within it, Then it does not change; Because there is no Other.
OR
Chaos pours galaxies; silhouetted sky as flesh we are born streaming forth, trickling back too. Endless celestial puzzles frazzle feed freak free minds. Rhapsody in quintessence beings immersed then unfasten; sentience. Unconcerned with conclusions, no need to grasp. Unconscious of power, wild free it prevails. (YaY)
Chapter 35
Everyone digs the one who balances the chao because within it live shits, giggles, and 3D movies The Cabbage on the street may be starving but the chao on the menu still doesn't taste like hamburger -by Hoops
OR
She who swirls within the Chao glides drifts dreams of flight, much care heals the broken wing. Birds of a feather soar off together. Jump to conclusions fall flat on your face. Words stink of the Chao will ruffle not bow. Try to force: fail. It will live you! Both wings alight.
Chapter 36
Movement is the mother of experience. If you want something, allow it to be given away. The Chao is never lost although easily found. Pure space is without limits; no room for right or wrong, yes or no. Decisions float to the surface. We love with the body, but fuck with the mind. Understanding is delusion, not understanding indifference.
Chapter 37
Chaos is not subjective, And so creates no Illusions. If people tried to act this way, Authority could not lead through Fear. When making observations and judgments, Take care when creating your Illusions; And recognize them as such. Doing so will relieve you of many burdens.
Chapter 38
Wisdom learns information, and synthesizes it. Intelligence has a jumble of trivial contradictory "facts". Wise people always think there are unknowns, and stay in doubt. Intelligent people know the difference between Right and Wrong. Wise people admit they are wrong, and so can advance. Intelligent people are never wrong. Therefore when doubt is lost, Absolutism is born. When Absolutism encounters dissent, Authority arises. When Authority arises, Freedom is lost. When Freedom is lost, The wise spags remain Free. Doubt allows people to see around corners, and to peer above walls. Therefore the wise spags never know, and so are boundless.
Chapter 39
Riding waves of Chaos, sea is salty & warm. All beings are permeable to the pull of its flow, undertow seduces, ebbing, surging, give receiving. When man tries to order the Chao sky becomes dirty dingy worlds are angry & sterile with the looking glass shattered & the sea washes away all the trace. When your sense of wonder arouses even more questions than it counters, hearts become as like mirrors, absorb, echo, reflecting tsunamis inside the surface remains tranquil.
Chapter 40
Incomprehensible Totality is the nature of Chaos. The absence of Illusion is the state of Chaos. All spags in the world create their own Illusions, And then spend the rest of their lives bound by them.