Chapter 11

The mandlebrot grows in infinite complexity 
based on the empty space at its center.
Knowledge is built of facts:
A scaffolding to support ignorance.

The lines in a coloring book give the page form
but crayons give it life,
not staying constrained inside the lines,
nor reducing the pattern to scribbles.

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

The lens of the first microscope revealed fractillian ignorance.

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

See what exists, use what does not.

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.
"Possessing" always comes served with a golden apple.
Being "The prettiest one" cultivates pride and makes others ugly.
Not Being "The prettiest one" cultivates envy and leads to war.
Expand your definition of Self to include the universe;
This way you can have it all with nothing to lose.

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.

When not seen, we forget it is there.
When not remembered, it binds our choices.
Because it is 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 spags understand 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?
Do you know
your ass from your elbow?
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.
Can you still be moved to wonder,
or are you too cynical?

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;
You 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 surrender their responsibilities to Authority,
Religion and Politics marry.
When people Think for Themselves,
the Revolution is born.

Chapter 19

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

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

Chapter 20

Abandon Reality, and Illusions end.
Stop worrying so much about the world.
How much difference is there between True and False?
How much difference is there between Order and Disorder?
Why should you care about what Most People care about?
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 throughout the day.
I raise a challenge with "I Don't Know,"
and lay down to sleep undisturbed.
Cool as the other side of the pillow,
expressionless as a new born babe.

People will over-think a problem,
then reach a firm conclusion
and move on to the next shiny object.
I keep my thoughts alive,
and tucked in my head,
waiting for the next Observation.

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.