Discordianism is the sound of 3 hands clapping
Discordianism is the Back Hand Path. Don't misunderstand this as meaning that it hits you with the back of the hand, it hits you with the hand growing out of your back
Discordianism doesn't stand compared to anything, it lies supine on a rocket powered unicycle and hopes neither for the best or the worst, but for the messiest
Discordianism is the snack that smiles back until it bites your head off
Discordianism is what happens when you look into a scrying glass, only to find out that what you see is the observer
Discordianism is the forkful of salt that quenches your thirst
Discordianism is that joyous state of being where it's too cold to go without a blanket, but the blanket makes you uncomfortably warm
Discordianism is a little tweeting bird chirping in a meadow. Discordia is a wreath of pretty flowers which smell bad