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part of the Sacred Chao Te Ching

Chapter 71

It is wise to admit ignorance.
Those that claim to know everything will fail.
Those who are willing to accept new information
are able to adapt their situation.
Because they are willing to acknowledge failure,
they will not fail.

Chapter 72

When people openly disobey Authority,
another Authority will descend.
The wise spags go around, not against.
When people lack a sense of awe
they cannot see what's awesome.
Do not restrict people's freedoms,
or their bodies, or their minds.
If you act like a spag, you will be treated like a spag.

Therefore the wise spag acts, but is not an actor.

Chapter 73

Those who embrace Disorder will breed Order.
Those who embrace Order will breed Disorder.
Both of these ways are foolish.
Why would you embrace Illusion,
and deny one half of the Universe?

Wise spags find the patterns,
and invent new game rules to trip up The Machine™.
They change the world,
not through Ideology,
but by finding the Hidden Middle.
They straddle the shifting line between True and False,
and embrace the whole Universe.

Chapter 74

When you realize that change is the only constant
there is nothing left to do.
Drop ambition and expectation and 
Death will have nothing real to kill.
Let the pieces fall where they may
And have someone else pick them up.

Chapter 75

People are not free.
Because Authority gives people their Freedoms
the people do not take it.

Authority makes myriad rules
because people do not follow them.
That is why we are all criminals.

People do not care about responsibility
because they gave it to Authority.
Authority does not care about people
because they are not responsible.
Only those who accept responsibility
and seize their freedoms
can change their stars.

Chapter 76

When born, you are closer to Eris than ever.
Then is no conceptual order or disorder and things simply are.
Growing up, we learn the teachings of Greyface
and we receive the 'gifts' of compliance and structure.
Believing this to be reality,
Our bodies become Rigorously Mortal rather than flexibly free.

Chapter 77

Chaos is made up of all things.
This is why it makes no distinctions.
People are less than all things,
so they see differences and put them in boxes.

Because they are people,
they lie to themselves 
from the day they open their eyes.

Who are free from the chains of Illusion?
Not even the wise spags, although they try.
Therefore the wise spags create their own Illusions,
and do not admit perfect clarity.
They know better than anyone else,
the power of Illusion to blind the eye
and deafen the ear.

Chapter 78

It is said that the weak will overcome the strong.
This is true of laughter.
Laughter cannot win wars, but it can win hearts.
When the emperor struts around in public with no clothes, only the laughter of children will save him.
It can soften the rigid.
It can make you drop your baggage.
It can unite, it can multiply, it can do long division.
It can thaw the heart's armor of ice.
It can even pull the cloth right off the table while the plates and utensils remain motionless.

Chapter 79

The Illuminati and the Discordians have reconciled many times. But some-one always remains attached to their own butt-hurt. If you do not shit your hate, you will die. Who can live, retaining a colon full of hate? And the Sacred Chao wobbles again, as the monkeys howl and fling their poop. To guard against this, the Wise Spag remembers always His own obligations to the LULZ, without expecting repayment or reward. Dancing at the heart of Chaos, Eris plays no favorites. The LULZ flows as a torrent, but the wise spag surfs upon it Her glorious Laughter is his Hodge and his Podge, his vehicle and his prize.

Chapter 80

In a place where information is suppressed,
and curiosity stifled,
The people will be uncaring, unwise, and not free.
They will rely on tradition as their guides;
They will not make observations,
Or try things out,
Or experiment,
Or play.
They will be suspicious of outsiders
just as they are with new ideas.
Their minds will be as stagnant
as the pond where they dump their garbage.
They are surely as dead as they can be,
though they still draw breath.

Chapter 81

We’re part of the problem,
takes one to know one, it’s true.
Rhetoric and repertoire postulated
it’s all just a ruse.

The Masters own nothing,
Chaos skillfully curled
in their heads,
they give without taking
and put you to bed.

Chaos embraces and caresses
as you no doubt recall.