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Rant 101: Eristica

Started by Irreverend Hugh, KSC, August 03, 2005, 04:39:36 PM

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Irreverend Hugh, KSC

Rant 101
Eristica

"Will expresses itself best against no resistance when its action passes unnoticed. Only when the mind is in a state of multiple desires do we witness the idiot agonizations of will-power...As reorganization of belief is the key to liberation, so is reorganization of desire the key to will."
-Peter J. Carroll (Liber Lux)

"Peace implies war."
-Aleister Crowley (Book of Lies; ch. 5)

Zero implies the existence of One and its relatives. Nothingness, the true void called "oblivion," is just an elaborate put-on by those unwilling to admit that they fool themselves as much as others. The assertion of either life-after-death or oblivion-in-death is nothing but a conceptual window-dressing that only fools those trapped and unable to understand the nature of thought. Freedom of thought is nothing without freedom from thought. And mindfulness has nothing to do with idiot cravings for validation and meaning. All things that you can point to or think about are infinite. This "infinity" only seems impossible to the degree that one is unaware of relativity.

Oh great Discordian Mindfucker! Have you allowed yourself to become trapped in your own implications? Have you lost sight of the impermanence of your soul? Have you looked out around you lately and find yourself sneering down at all of the people that you are supposedly so much better or smarter or are so much more awake than? Have you failed to see that you are the same substance and content as everyone around you? Have you found yourself, yet again, up society's shit creek without a paddle and yet you refuse to see that it was you who put yourself there?

You can disbelieve or believe in anything or in nothing or in something or in swordfish or in whatever...but any points-of-view like these are still only points-of-view, some being elaborate works of art and some being simplistic dogmas that attempt to sanitize and make "easily-understood" those parts of existence that will never be explained in words or thoughts. You can argue from one or more points-of-view, or you can argue opposite one or more of them. Or you can argue that arguing is pointless. But who can really say? You cannot really learn whether a point-of-view is valid for you until you know when such a thing is wrong.

Oh great anarchist revolutionary! Have you lapsed in your ability to see that all people are not equal in endowment or in potential? Have you blanched all distinctions between excellence and mediocrity in an attempt to imagine a society in which we all hobble around as mental-emotional cripples so that you can say that we are liberated? Have you taught yourself how to despise those who have made themselves better than you because it contradicts your tepid and mass-marketable sense of fashionable Che-Guevaresque chic? Can you not see for yourself that your ideologies and theories kill the spirit of what you claim to yearn for as soon as you open your lips to spout such damned lies? Have you misunderstood the saying "all individuals are valuable in their own right" by taking it to mean that no individuals should ever try harder than anyone else?

There are worlds beyond number in the very things that are all around you at this very moment. Your inability to perceive this truth is based on the degree to which you enjoy feeding yourself that unsteady (but steady-seeming) stream of conscious drivel which you have (mis)taken for your soul. Your inability to recognize the artistry in another person is directly in proportion to your thrall to the thing which you claim to despise: the tyranny of the masses.

Being free says nothing about being better or worse except to those who value freedom. Quit trying to convince those who refuse to end their own slaveries.  Perhaps they are happy that way. And you should always question whether you yourself have truly become free. Only the madman is absolutely certain. Only the duped Discordian is fooled by the promises of bottled air. Only the duped anarchist seems to think that others want to be free. In short, being duped by one thing or another is no better than being duped by television or the liberals or the conservatives or even the fried turkey breast sandwiches on sale at your favorite deli.

You have locked yourself up in cages of words and now do you complain that you have no way to express what you truly mean? The nature of reality is just an open window away. Illumination is just a light switch away. Eris is right here beside you. (You don't get away that easily.) It's time to start eating some cheese with your whine and kick your feet back. Enjoy life. And some other properly cliched slogans and sayings that will help you wipe that self-help addicted vomit off your face. We, of the Discordian Society, are here to get you to entertain us. We have flax and frop and other occult tools in addition to our other qualifications. And we are here to tell you that there is nothing to fear but the permutations of the bastard children of Aleister Crowley who run around in your bathroom plumbing making knocking noises and raising hoots and generally going bump in the dark of your unconsciousness, pulling at your psychic strings and getting you to dance around like an epileptic sock puppet. But that's a theme for another day.

Take a good long breath. Take a good long look around. Take a walk. It's okay, you might not even trip over yourself and end up looking straight up at the trees watching the squirrels make fun of you. Choose chaos if you feel like you must. It has already chosen you. Remember the question "who is the one who remembers?"

July 25th, 2005

-Irreverend Hugh, KSC
"If your baked turkey still gobbles, you need to check your air conditioning."
"Time for the tin-foil hats, girls and boys!"

Doktor Howl

Molon Lube

LMNO


Doktor Howl

Arguably, I had no choice.

The Free Market™ demanded it.
Molon Lube

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I can't even read it my eyes just glaze over and my scroll finger twitches.
The Jerk On Bike rolled his eyes and tossed the waffle back over his shoulder--before it struck the ground, a stout, disconcertingly monkey-like dog sprang into the air and snatched it, and began to masticate it--literally--for the sound it made was like a homonculus squatting on the floor muttering "masticate masticate masticate".

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I kinda like this one actually, now that Hugh isn't around to be a petty tyrant and perpetually ruin the funny.
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Kai

I read the first sentence and decided it was just another one of Hugh's tl; dr.
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