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part of the Sacred Chao Te Ching

Chapter 31

Rigidity makes oppression simple;
The wise spags use the creative trip left,
or the destructive trip right.

Rules disguise suspicion;
So be suspicious about them.
The wise spags will break them
without bringing attention to it;
And will be Rewarded with sovereignty,
if being free is their intent.
When freedom is in danger,
there should be no rest.
Those who oppose the freedom of others are not evil,
but have caged themselves.  
Wise spags speak of a jail break,
and lead by example
by rattling their own chains.

They enter the idiot asylum
with care & consideration
as if crossing a battlefield
or tiptoeing through a slumber party.

The symphony of rattling chains
is neither noise nor music.
It is the sound of the Chao
and those who hear it.

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.