Thus do we refute entropy

[Great Teacher Largo]

"Now this looks like a job for me
so everybody just follow me
'cause we need a little controversy
'cause it feels so empty without me."
-Eminem

"Shared pain is lessened; shared joy, increased ,Äîthus do we refute entropy."
-Spider Robinson

You wanna know what?  It's all bullshit.  Everything.  Of course, you knew that all along, didn't you?  That was the whole point.  It's the sugar coating on the cyanide capsule of truth -- it's there, and it doesn't last, but it's there just long enough to get you to pop the little baby in your mouth so it can change your whole world more permanently than a vodka colonic irrigation.

The bullshit is beautiful, and that in and of itself is a reason to appreciate its existance. "Bullshit makes the flowers grow, and that's beautiful."  Never forget that.  Of course, it's hard to forget that which you have never realised.

I'm sure there's a quote about 'pearls before swine,' but I never talk to Suidae, so I must assume you are all Homo Sapiens, or reasonable fascimilies there-of.  And no, that's not why Homo Erectus went extinct, Joey.

Discordians.  Ooooh.  Aaaah.  Discordianism.  The Erisian Locomotion.  Oooh, aaaah, wow.  Far be it from me to ever vent, save for my bi-annual complete and total break down (I sincerely apologise to, in no particular order, the Priest at the Catholic Church down the road for entertaining my questions as to the nature of the mind of God, my keyboard, for withstanding so many years of typing, Hoshiko, and anyone silly enough to believe they know what's what.  Are you paying attention yet?), but I find that I keep on getting drawn back here, mainly due to a tickling inside my pineal gland, and partially due to defacement of my website.  But hey, I don't really care.  Changing a few words here and there lends a little bit of, I dare say, homeliness to my works.  And I'm sure some mod is going to alter this thing all helter-skelter without reading it.

Now.  Discordianism.  It's a bunch of shit.  Just like everything else.  Some people believe we live in four stages of life, gradually progressing through different desires until we desire to be free of the wheel that never ceases to turn.  I'm inclined to believe, while maybe wrong on particulars, the picture in whole is beautiful.

Discordianism in and of itself has no special meaning.  It will not make you a better person.  In fact, it seems to me that people seem to view Discordia, along with the complementary ideas on anarchy, as an invitation to just be the biggest asses in the world.  Like everything else, I admire it, and abhor a great deal of its followers.  Heinlein and I agree.  We may not know God, but we sure as hell know our intellectual inferiors.

Discordianism in and of itself has no deep truth, anymore than blowing one's nose is a magical act (Crowley supporters and Wiccans who have regained memories of their 'past lives' where they were tormented and proclaimed the goddess and raised up high their Books of Shadows whilst being burned at the stake may walk over to the far wall, as you shall be the first up against it come the revolution, atleast until we revise the list again.  And make no mistake -- the revolution will not be televised.  It will be brought to your front door. )

Discordianism is the Saccharin coating on the posioned pill of the truth.  It is far more devious than blip-verts and the post-modern consumer society combined, and has been responsible for far more enlightenment.  Accidentally.  Make no mistake:  Discordianism is hollow and empty.  Of the religions, it is closest to Zen Buddhism, no matter how some people may hate the idea.  You know who you are.

Just as every is a Buddha, so is everyone a Discordian.  And just as everyone is not yet a Buddha, so is everyone not yet a Discordian.  We all have the potential to become a Buddha, just as we all have the potential to become a Discordian.  But see, the thing is, unlike Buddhahood, Discordianism isn't the end.  Discordianism is that sugary sweet magical coating that some geniuses, probably not knowing what they had stumbled upon, slipped over that thing they had stumbled upon to get you to swallow it.  It's called Truth.  Capital T.  The one and only that is many.  E Pluribus Unumque Unus Pluribum.

But the problem is so many Discordians stop there.  They just love the taste of the sweet candy so much that they can't bear the bitter medicine.  Just like children (and I am running the gamut of emotions an actor can portray here as I think of this ) most of you refuse the medicine, no matter how much good it will do you, and prefer the sweetness that, while very enjoyable, is rotting the teeth of your souls.  Bakas.

Discordianism is a religion of Epiphany.  Of those moments of Zen where suddenly everything snaps into place in a blinding flash of irrational logic, a thunderclap goes through your being, and you're changed.  Unfortunately, Discordianism is not that religion of Epiphany.  Discordian -- the Erisian Locomotion (Oh, By the Gods what a Funny Term, and It was There All Along) -- is a vehicle.  That moves you.  That is capable of transporting you to the Truth.  But it's bitter, and painful, and ecstatic and joyous.  But you have to let it all go.

Your hate, your anger, your love, your trust, your fear, your doubt, your pride, your will.  Every religion has a little bit of it right, somewhere inside.  That's why they've managed to hold on for so long.  They're a morsel of pre-chewed, tasteless meat tossed to the masses to keep them coming back for more, when they hunger for a nice steak, or bowl of Miso Soup.

I can think of three people off of the top of my head who I would consider as being on the path to the top of the mountain out of the great deal of people on this board.  And I can think of many more who, while not on the path (as we never get to the top, though we spend our whole lives trying,) are actively looking for it.  They are to be applauded.  They seek for that which will make them better.

Ever read Stranger in a Strange Land?  If have, I hope you took away the bit of truth from that book.  If you didn't, or you haven't read it, you should.  Much that it says is true.

I know who my intellectual inferiors are, just as I know who my emotional and spiritual inferiors are.  (Define Inferior:  Someone whose progress is not as great as my own.)  They should take a lesson from a little man we call the 'Raging Goblin.'  Here it is:  He raged at his life, at his family, at the world.  But mostly, he just raged.

You who hate without understanding.  I'm very sorry for you.  You don't properly hate.  I don't know if you will ever be able to.  I hate my father.  And I love him, and I value him, and I wouldn't have him any other way, though he causes himself and others great pain and anguish sometimes.  I can hate him, as I can love him, because I understand him.  I can hate him because I see in him some of me, and some of me in him.  And because I see myself in him and himself in me, I can love him, too.  I can love murderers, and rapists, and the grass, and by roommates, and the damn annoying animals that inhabit my leibensraum, because I can understand them.  Because there is no difference between them and me.  We are all One.  I am God.  Thou art God.  All that Groks is God.

In hating others you hate yourself.  In hurting others you hurt yourself.  In raging against others you rage against yourself.  In loving others you love yourself.  In helping others you help yourself.  Your cynicism poisons only your own well of spirit.  You salt only your own fields with your hate.

I'm brought back the the thought of a Mad Dog.  I was once in a debate of sorts about legality and society, and the question was posed, "What would I do if I saw a Mad Dog walking down the Street."  It's simple.  I'd shoot it.  There is nothing that can be done for the Animal, and it is kinder to society to kill it, so that it cannot harm others, and it is kinder to the animal to kill it, so that it does not have to suffer through its own dementia and deterioration.  I'm with Valentine Michael Smith on this.  Some people are just so hopeless that there is nothing good that can ever come out of them, and we're better off sending them back to the foot of the line to try again.  It's both sad and beautiful.  English, and the other languages I have a slight grasp of, fail me for words.  There is no tongue known to humanity, it seems, for such fine discriminations of emotion.

And I've figured out why, to the fool, the wise man sounds foolish, and to the fool, the fool sounds wise.  It's because anyone can put across bullshit and make it sound convincing.  But no one can communicate the truth.  This whole thing, like every other half-assed attempt in my life, is another failure, due to no deficiency of my own, to communicate the Truth.  It can never be transmited.  Knowledge can be taught, but the Truth has to be learned for one's self.  It is not possible to make the journey for another, but it is possible to give them a map.  However, I never excelled at cartography as a larva.

So.  It's a good thing there aren't more people like me.  Because we would make an ideal world.  And I reckon that about one in ten in the modern world is fit to live in it.  Some people on this board like to rail against America:  And that's a very fine thing to do.  The Loyal Opposition, like the Devil's Advocate, is a time-worn and well-honoured part of society.  However, the hypocrite, while time-worn, is not well-honoured.  The thing that is wrong with America is control.  The thing that is wrong with so many of you is Control.  Try to make the mirror of your soul shine before you try to fix others.

And to anyone who says that I should follow the same advice, I would say to you, that I have touched the mind of God, I have fathomed the unfathomable, I have seen the unseenable, I know the unknowable.  And before anyone tries to call the Florida Department of Mental Health, I just have one more thing to say, and then I'll leave this little experiment alone for another month or so.

I love you all.  May you live beyond this day in years of blessings, and may the stars shine on your faces.  Go in Peace.  Go in Love.  I think I'll just Go.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Now.  Discordianism.  It's a bunch of shit.  Just like everything else.  

 I think I'll just Go.

1.  Then why are you here?

2.  Thank Baby Jebus, perhaps he MEANS it, this time.

I, for one, will not miss you.

[Eldora, Oracle of Alchemy]

Now.  Discordianism.  It's a bunch of shit.  Just like everything else.  

 I think I'll just Go.

1.  Then why are you here?

2.  Thank Baby Jebus, perhaps he MEANS it, this time.

I, for one, will not miss you.

Hey, Rog, let me know if there is anything worth reading up there, cuz I'm not gonna bother unless there is.  My computer does not seem to like this heat too well and is running even slower than usual

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Now.  Discordianism.  It's a bunch of shit.  Just like everything else.  

 I think I'll just Go.

1.  Then why are you here?

2.  Thank Baby Jebus, perhaps he MEANS it, this time.

I, for one, will not miss you.

Hey, Rog, let me know if there is anything worth reading up there, cuz I'm not gonna bother unless there is.  My computer does not seem to like this heat too well and is running even slower than usual

Not really.  Teenage angst, with a touch of nihilism and a dash of hurt feelings.

He's waiting for us to comfort him, and tell him that we didn't mean the nasty things we said to him.

Not gonna happen.

TGRR,
Meant every word.

[Eldora, Oracle of Alchemy]

Now.  Discordianism.  It's a bunch of shit.  Just like everything else.  

 I think I'll just Go.

1.  Then why are you here?

2.  Thank Baby Jebus, perhaps he MEANS it, this time.

I, for one, will not miss you.

Hey, Rog, let me know if there is anything worth reading up there, cuz I'm not gonna bother unless there is.  My computer does not seem to like this heat too well and is running even slower than usual

Not really.  Teenage angst, with a touch of nihilism and a dash of hurt feelings.

He's waiting for us to comfort him, and tell him that we didn't mean the nasty things we said to him.

Not gonna happen.

TGRR,
Meant every word.

And arguing with witches and such about cats, that was not the brightest move ever.  No way that was going to end on a pleasant note.  

How are you doing in the heat, btw, you're getting the same record breaking crap I am, aren't you?

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Now.  Discordianism.  It's a bunch of shit.  Just like everything else.  

 I think I'll just Go.

1.  Then why are you here?

2.  Thank Baby Jebus, perhaps he MEANS it, this time.

I, for one, will not miss you.

Hey, Rog, let me know if there is anything worth reading up there, cuz I'm not gonna bother unless there is.  My computer does not seem to like this heat too well and is running even slower than usual

Not really.  Teenage angst, with a touch of nihilism and a dash of hurt feelings.

He's waiting for us to comfort him, and tell him that we didn't mean the nasty things we said to him.

Not gonna happen.

TGRR,
Meant every word.

And arguing with witches and such about cats, that was not the brightest move ever.  No way that was going to end on a pleasant note.  

How are you doing in the heat, btw, you're getting the same record breaking crap I am, aren't you?

Nope.  Almost pleasant, here.

Saw you had a bit of a windstorm, last week.

[Eldora, Oracle of Alchemy]

Nope.  Almost pleasant, here.

Saw you had a bit of a windstorm, last week.

heh, yeah, my son said I looked like the logo up there /|\ my hair was going sideways and since it is down to my waist, that is a lot of hair to get blown around by the wind.  Mostly it has just been hot, highs around 90, which is about 15 degrees above average.  For most of the spring we have been below average so this just sucks.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Nope.  Almost pleasant, here.

Saw you had a bit of a windstorm, last week.

heh, yeah, my son said I looked like the logo up there /|\ my hair was going sideways and since it is down to my waist, that is a lot of hair to get blown around by the wind.  Mostly it has just been hot, highs around 90, which is about 15 degrees above average.  For most of the spring we have been below average so this just sucks.

Spring was nice.

Now it's mid-80s and humidity from hell.

[East Coast Hustle]

hit 97 here yesterday, which would have been fine except it was my first day off in 3 weeks and I decided to go hike 2 mountains.

got so dehydrated by the end of it I damn near shriveled up and disappeared.

[illusion]

It's sunny and cool here today in Northern Cal. Lots of wind.

I'm bored.

[Drunken Monkey Cabal]

its cloudy cold and generally miserable weather.

damn you skies!!!!  

i hate the english weather

[Eldora, Oracle of Alchemy]

hit 97 here yesterday, which would have been fine except it was my first day off in 3 weeks and I decided to go hike 2 mountains.

got so dehydrated by the end of it I damn near shriveled up and disappeared.

Man, that sucks.  We didn't break or even tie a record yesterday, first time in about a week.  It was 'only' 89

[East Coast Hustle]

well, ordinarily I think 90 to 95 is just about perfect.

I like the heat.

It just would have been a better day for swimming.

[Donkeyotay]

We had a hail storm this morning! But its nice and sunny out now!

[Bob the Mediocre]

The many thunderstroms we've had here haven't broken the insane humidity. I'm just glad I'm not in Buffalo, it's worse there.

Excuse me while I rub ice on the back of my neck