Kenshō

[Anch]

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  )

[Triple Zero]

[The Good Reverend Roger]

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.

Actually, it isn't true Discordia til you burn Troy down.

But other than that, welcome to the Monkey House.

[Verbal Mike]

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

On a level, I actually like the "pinealboys" (nice word BTW) because they represent another form of order, which is ordered disorder (they think they are bringing disorder, but because what they think is disorder is based on PD-style silliness and ZOMGpinealism, it's very predictable, hence orderly) and without their order marching against our disorder, we wouldn't have any discord. It's the discord between order and chaos that produces novelty. Sometimes you don't have the fresh delicious moment of "new" until you've seen exactly what DOES happen when you run that tired lame joke into the ground ALL THE WAY. How far into the ground will it go? Let's find out.

/end hippie shit

[Triple Zero]

what, you suggest we should tolerate the next pineal boy/girl for a while and see what comes from him or her?

how about, say, 50 posts, as a suggestion?

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

That's actually the opposite of what I was saying, but the 50 post rule of thumb is really quite nice.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Actually, it isn't true Discordia til you burn Troy down.

Then shit in the sink.

And upper deck the toilet.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

what, you suggest we should tolerate the next pineal boy/girl for a while and see what comes from him or her?

how about, say, 50 posts, as a suggestion?

Oh, yeah.  I promise.

No, really.

[Anch]

Thanks, guys. 

Actually, it isn't true Discordia til you burn Troy down.

It was the introverted version of that.
The Trojan Horse of Discordia decided to release its little backstabbing warrior-memes on unsuspecting Braincity.
I still feel a bit pillaged.

On a level, I actually like the "pinealboys" (nice word BTW)

I always picture them as a Grease-style rockers in a Rock n' Roll-Club, being appalled because noone else combs back their hair with razorblades or wears leather-jackets, and still DARING to listen to Elvis.

[NWC]

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."

I really, really like that. I'm going to have to remember that.