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Part 3 of the Sacred Chao Te Ching

Chapter 21

The wise spag keeps his mind
always at one with the Chao;
that is what gives him his [shtick].

The Chao is ineffable.
How can his mind be at one with it?
Because he doesn’t whine about minutiae.

Life is real, and has the power of Creation.
From the moment we are born,
We create the patterns of Illusion,
From which we ever after try and free
ourselves.
How do I know of these Illusions?
By observing Chaos.

The Chao is vast & immeasurable.
How does it give him his [shtick]?
[‘Cuz he would kill a mother fucker].

Chapter 22

Newton's Third Law is no Illusion.
Each thing contains it's opposite.
In Order, there is Disorder.
In Hate, there is Love.
Every human houses a monkey.
Each Machine™ has its self-destruct switch.
Revolutions have Reactionaries as offspring.

So the wise spags stays on their toes,
And avoids labels.
Does not the old saying,
"Think outside the box"
Imply that a box exists in the first place?
There is no box.

Chapter 23

The Machine is the wheel of Karma
it is the expectations we create through our expectations
the action we create through our actions
the jobs we create with our jobs.
a traffic jam does not last all morning
nor does a bad day last a lifetime.
What causes them? The Machine.

If the illusions of the Machine do not last long,
how much less should human beings?

Those who follow the Chao are one with the Chao.
Those who follow power are one with power.
Those who follow laughter are one with laughter.
Those who are bored are boring.

Those who are one with the Chao create the Chao.
Those who are one with power create power.
Those who are one with laughter create laughter.
Those who are one with boredom bore the hell out of me, man.
Those who lack humor? The joke's on them.

OR

Sssshh, remain focused,
lurk linger listen.
Be like a kite;
blown by wind
& drenched by rain;
there is no escape.

If you remain open to Chaos,
knowing not where it ends, 
the maelstrom may find you,
you’re never the same.
If you find yourself wondering
why me? why again? & (for Pan’s sake) why now?
If you really wanna know?
leap into the fray
don’t look back.

Remain open to Chaos,
trust your heart & your gut;
all is flux.

-by Honey

Chapter 24

The Cabbage believes Order is most important.
The Pinealist sees Disorder as superior.
The General sees War in everything.
The Bureaucrat craves Authorization.
The Anarchist desires to be a bully on the playground.
All these things are balanced in Chaos,
And so do not succeed.
Therefore the followers of Eris like to poke them with sticks.

Chapter 25

There is something that exists,
Beyond the Illusions of Order and Disorder.
It is all things, and unknowable in full.
We only see small parts of it, 
And convince us what we see is the entire Universe.

For lack of a better name, I call it Chaos.
At dinner parties, I claim it is everything Possible and Impossible.
When asked why not call it "god", 
I point out that his head is too fucking small.

Because we create the Illusions in which we live,
We are more creative than Chaos.
Because we believe in the Illusions we create,
Our heads are too fucking small.
In this way, we reflect our creations.

OR

There was something wild free kinda funky
all before the universe was tamed.
She is feral, a harmony of bravery.    
Wandering.  Restless.    
She sees without looking.
Cares not for control.
Nameless,
I call her Chaos.

She goes where she wants to
and gets under your skin.
Better not turn your back.  hah!

Eris is great.
Art is great.
Energy is great
Earth Sky Fire & Sea are great.
Humanity?  Hhm, not bloody likely.

Man follows Monkeys.	
Art follows Chaos.
Energy creates Art.
Eris?  Non Serviam.

-by Honey

Chapter 26

Serious is the root of hilarious.
Disorder is the source of all order.
Thus TGGR has a face with a view
without leaving his time zone.
However messed up the news
he rants out his guts.

Why should the glorious Rain God Roger
need to travel at all?
He suffers fools hardly,	
sleeps barely a wink.
& blessed are the poor ones
who loll at his feet.

Chapter 27

A good mindfuck leaves no reasons.
A good sabateur leaves no evidence.
A good artist creates new questions.
A good barstool removes much idle speculation.
The perfect prison cell look like the environment.
A nice tie opens many doors.

So a wise spag knows how to blend in,
And takes their freedom once inside.
They understand the people around them,
And know how to get things done.
This is called "Tweaking the Machine™".

Therefore the Pinealist protects the wise spag,
And so they have their use, too.
Those who proclaim their individuality by shopping at Hot Topic
Are still grey, though their fingernails be black.
Such things bring my palms to my face.

Chapter 28

Appreciate the man
but love the woman:
catch the world in your arms.
If you can hang on,
Chaos will curl up on your lap
& twirl in your head.

Know what is ordered,
but love in the bedlam.
Worlds leave impressions glowing
like lovers on blankets
fine sand on the beach
only the waves know.

Take care of your loves,
but give them some space:
love them as they are.
If you can master this rhythm,
Chaos will linger leaving
tingles on your skin.

Universe spinning,
whirls form, molding, shaping & shifting.
Eris knows the form
yet keeps to the shift:
hence her choice.

Chapter 29

Those that would take over the world
and bend it to their will,
will get bent
The world is full of would-be superheroes and would-be supervillains
maybe the world would be better off without them

Some lead, and some follow
some shout, and some whisper
some cry, and some laugh
some win, some fail
The wise keeps their head down, and let the cannon fodder do their jobs.

Chapter 30

If you're going to do some Covert Ops in the name of Discordia,
Keep your head down, and Keep Your Fucking Mouth Shut.
A mowhawk is as good as a target during Police Action.

The wise spag tosses the wrench into the Machine™,
And then walks away.
They strike against Authority, but don't put it on YouTube.
They subvert the paradigm, but don't stick around to watch.
They mindfuck the people, but don't pat themselves on the back.

If two people know a thing, it is not a secret.
Getting away with it means staying away from it.