Up until some months ago, I could not really grasp the concept of horrormirth.
I understood it intellectually, but now in retrospect I doubt that I really got it.
Some months ago the stereotypical PD-Discordian entered the forums, stirred shit up, sprayed kerosene over the rubble and TGRR lit up his flamethrower. I feel partial about these infections PD.com seems to acquire from time to time, because I was probably the SAME Pinealboy when I first discovered Discordia, I'm rather compassionate and I don't like beating a dead horse with a jackhammer over and over again. I read probably 80% of the AKK posts back in the days, because I was (honestly!) interested in what he had to say.
But at the same time, I savour seeing someone doing something he's really good at and enjoys doing, namely TGRR and the rest of the gang clobbering someone who (sometimes) subtly and invariably fails to comprehend the way things seem work in these parts.
But that one particular occurence did it for me, I cracked. It was perfect doublethinkfeel, I was feeling sorry for the new guy and understood the points he tried to make, and at the same I couldn't wait for someone to dissect it, and at that moment, Hallelujah, I saw the first glimpse of True Discordia.
It was screaming, laughing, feeling compassionate, feeling in the mood for disemboweling, lucidity, confusion, pineal, postmodern, rationalistic and mystical, all in once. I wanted to hug and kick people in the shins.
I remembered that interview with a Tibetan monk, held prisoner by the Chinese for about 10, 20 years (with torture and the such), who got to talk to the Dalai Lama after his release. He said something along the lines of "One time, I almost lost." "You almost told them about other refugees?" "No, I almost lost my compassion towards them."
One time, I almost lost the urge to shriek at random bystanders, to Walk Tall and Monkey About, to clog up the arteries of the system with Goethe and Uranium and raw sewage, to broadcast my hysterical laughter into every godfearing, decent cesspool of normality I could find. Almost.
That moment passed. Nowadays, I think I look like a semi-normal personrobot, but a slight echo of that first mindripping laughterscreeching still remains.
I tend to cackle. People tend to look at me funny. I try not to mind them.
(sidenote: http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/godfearing
...interesting
)
I understood it intellectually, but now in retrospect I doubt that I really got it.
Some months ago the stereotypical PD-Discordian entered the forums, stirred shit up, sprayed kerosene over the rubble and TGRR lit up his flamethrower. I feel partial about these infections PD.com seems to acquire from time to time, because I was probably the SAME Pinealboy when I first discovered Discordia, I'm rather compassionate and I don't like beating a dead horse with a jackhammer over and over again. I read probably 80% of the AKK posts back in the days, because I was (honestly!) interested in what he had to say.
But at the same time, I savour seeing someone doing something he's really good at and enjoys doing, namely TGRR and the rest of the gang clobbering someone who (sometimes) subtly and invariably fails to comprehend the way things seem work in these parts.
But that one particular occurence did it for me, I cracked. It was perfect doublethinkfeel, I was feeling sorry for the new guy and understood the points he tried to make, and at the same I couldn't wait for someone to dissect it, and at that moment, Hallelujah, I saw the first glimpse of True Discordia.
It was screaming, laughing, feeling compassionate, feeling in the mood for disemboweling, lucidity, confusion, pineal, postmodern, rationalistic and mystical, all in once. I wanted to hug and kick people in the shins.
I remembered that interview with a Tibetan monk, held prisoner by the Chinese for about 10, 20 years (with torture and the such), who got to talk to the Dalai Lama after his release. He said something along the lines of "One time, I almost lost." "You almost told them about other refugees?" "No, I almost lost my compassion towards them."
One time, I almost lost the urge to shriek at random bystanders, to Walk Tall and Monkey About, to clog up the arteries of the system with Goethe and Uranium and raw sewage, to broadcast my hysterical laughter into every godfearing, decent cesspool of normality I could find. Almost.
That moment passed. Nowadays, I think I look like a semi-normal personrobot, but a slight echo of that first mindripping laughterscreeching still remains.
I tend to cackle. People tend to look at me funny. I try not to mind them.
(sidenote: http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/godfearing
...interesting
)
