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Chapter 11

The Mandlebrot grows in infinite complexity
but it depends on the empty space at the center.
Knowledge is built of facts:
a scaffolding to support ignorance.
The lines in a coloring book give the page form
but the colors between those lines give it life.
You fill your house with awesome stuff
but you live in the unoccupied space.

Therefore take advantage of what exists,
and use what does not exist.

OR

We stick apart & stay baffled,
yet keep coming back
to the very same thing
brought us apart.

Shaped words, unraveled meanings,
interpret, corrupt, adapt or construe,
we knew all along
words don’t count.

Storm off on a journey,
resisting the tide,
float back.

Slippery bodies swim the ocean,
while thought waves swim through.

-by Honey

Chapter 12

What is Seen distracts from what Is Not;
What is Heard diverts from what Can Not;
What is Believed subverts what Should Not.
The Cell walls we have built
Comfort us into ignorance.

But the wise spag does confuse the meal with the menu,
Nor the map with the territory;
Both are approximations.

Chapter 13

Having and not having 
Both create frustration.
When you have, you're afraid to lose
When you have not, you're afraid you won't have.
Kill the cycle by expanding your definition of Self
To encompass the Universe. 
Then, your soul is not inside you, and you are inside your soul.
You can have it all with nothing to lose.

-by Burns

Chapter 14

We cannot see it, for it blinds us.
We cannot hear it, for it deafens us.
We do not know it exists, for we have built it.

If not seen, we forget it is there.
If not remembered, binds our choices.
Even if unnoticed, it is inescapable.
There is neither shape nor form,
But it is as immovable as Iron.

Fight it, and there shall be no victory.
Run from it, and you shall die tired.
So the wise spag moves it, 
Brick by brick,
And sees a new sunrise every day.

Chapter 15

The wise spag understands Chaos,
In that it cannot be understood.
Because of that, they must use metaphors,
Which are piss-poor ways of communicating.
Surfing the waves of Chaos;
Attempting a Jailbreak;
Preparing for aftermath;
Changing their filters;
Making their own luck.

Who can make sense of two contradicting Illusions?
Seeing through the spin, a direction becomes clear.
Adapting to the situation, the goals are realized.
Amending the theory, understanding grows.
In this way, the wise spag is not troubled.

OR

The old guys were curious & playful.
Their humor often corny.
Guess you had to be there;
now all we see is their raging libidos.

They were clever 
as only horny old men can be.
More aware of their short-comings.
Malleable as play-doh.
Flexible as gymnasts.
Charming as dice.
Open as oysters.
At times, cranky as hell.

Do you know
your ass from your elbow?
Can you still be moved to wonder
or are you too cynical?
Eris seeks diversion, amusement (& now & then a good boff).
No plodding pedantics.
What can you expect from puny homers?

-by Honey

Chapter 16

Forget about everything and be cool
When your work is over, everything returns to the cool, the quiet, the chill

To return to slack is relaxing;
It is to realize where you're going.
To know where you're going is to know eternity.
To know eternity you must find slack.
To act with no knowledge of slack
is to bumble and court disaster.

Whoever can find slack anywhere
is open to everything.
To be open to everything is to be impartial,
a well rounded renaissance.

If laughter is your slack, then laugh
If rage is your slack, then rage
If you can get slack from a stone, then get stoned.
If you can get slack from anywhere, then you can go everywhere.
The mind may lose it.
The body may die.
Return to the slack.

Chapter 17

People who are asleep want Authority to make decisions.
They want an Authority they agree with.
They do not want to be told "no",
They do not want to be given responsibility.

Authority lacks trust, and will not be trusted.
The wise spag accomplishes their task,
And keeps their mouth shut,
So as not to get caught.

Chapter 18

When Chaos is forgotten,
The illusions of Order and Disorder arise.
When the Black Iron Prison is ignored,
Objectivity and Subjectivity become entwined.
When the people hand over their Authority,
Religion and Politics marry.
When people Think for Themselves,
The Revolution is born.

Chapter 19

Abandon blind faith and pseudointellectual bullshit,
The spags will benefit.
Abandon absolute morality,
The spags won't try to kill the Other.
Abandon intellectual copyright,
And there will be nothing to steal.

Spags will always be distracted by their imagination:
Religion; Territory; Morals; Politics.

Chapter 20

Abandon Reality, and Illusions end.
How much difference is there between True and False?
How much difference is there between Order and Disorder?
Is what people Believe really to be believed?
Not fucking likely!

The people know from Right and Wrong,
As if they can see the Universe.
I am unsure, and seek more information.

The people of the world know Sacred from Sinful,
Punishing and praising all around them.
I raise a challenge with "I Don't Know,"
And lay myself down with sleep undisturbed.

Most people have reached a conclusion,
And move on to the next shiny object.
I keep my thoughts alive,
And tucked in my head,
Waiting for the next Observation.

OR

Stop worrying so much about the world
Is there really that much of a difference between saying yes and saying no?
Is there really that much of a difference between winning and losing?
Why should you care about what Most People care about?
How outlandish!

Most People get too excited
Like they are at a parade or a nightclub
Personally, I don't give a fuck

I'm as cool as the other side of the pillow
As expressionless as a new born babe

Most People have more than what they need
I stick to simplicity though
I am a high-plains drifter
Without a home
I mindlessly roam the earth

Most People tend to over-think their problems
I stick to the simple outlines
Most People try to see the pattern in the Chaos
I see the Chaos in the patterns
Most People try to force Purpose into their life
I ride the waves of Chaos where it takes me

I am different from Most People
I drink deeply from the Nectar of Eris