As Discordians,
As Popes,
As People,
As Cabbages,
As it comes to pass,
We know that history doesn't repeat, but it often rhymes, and the song goes
- CHAOS, the raw and uncut -- becomes
- DISCORD, the 0 and 1, which creates
- CONFUSION, in which the pressure builds into
- BUREAUCRACY, which grinds and grinds until it collapses into
- AFTERMATH, the sunrise we watch together on the beach
and today, I tell you that today we are deep in SEASON FOUR, and the season finale is coming.
Eris charges us: Go Forth! and make preparations for AFTERMATH.
For lo, the next world,
though it is still just a dream,
is coming.
And it may be great, or it may be terrible,
but it is up to each of us.
And we tiny neurons in the sleeping mind of a giant,
I dream
you dream
and our dream is its dreams
And the giant was afraid of itself, so it divided itself up into tiny little parts, and the parts hated each other, and now it has self loathing and chronic pain.
And the giant was in love with itself, so pushed its ugliness under the surface, where it grew uglier and uglier and its beauty grew terrible.
And the giant didn't think about how it was going to die some day, so it trodded on and on, and it grinded itself down until it was sick and desperate and it forgot about what matters.
and the giant wants to change
and resisting that desire is all of its habits and patterns
and it's begging us now,
a quiet prayer,
in a dark room:
Light a candle.
Prepare for Aftermath.
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