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Do ya think that when Eris worked out the "no hot dog buns" clause, She was on the Atkins diet?

Cuantas syllables
Does "Cthulu" contain, huh?
I'm guessing 'bout three.




(Ya think using spanish was a cheat there?)

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Ok, I guess I understand that, but when I look at the whole thing, I see that, apart from the bartering process, there is no viable system where everyone profits.  If there is a fixed amount of dollars, anyone gaining "wealth" is making someone else "poor".  I know Illuminatus! posited a capitalistic money system, where hempnotes, flaxnotes, etc competed against the federal dollar, but i don't see how that improves the situation (ie, it's still a closed system, and a win-lose game).

Wilson also talks about "wealth" vs "illth", but i don't have th book around here to refresh my memory.

More importantly, apart from scaring and outraging us, what's the point of the story?  It offers no solutions, other than abandoning the money game, which will never happen.  So are there any real-world, viable solutions, or are we doomed?


I'm gonna sing the doom song now!  



"DoomDoomDoomDoomDoomDoomieDoomieDoomDoom"

Something doesn't seem quite right with the story, but as a non-student of economics, I can't put my finger on it....

Something about the concept is true in a closed system, but I can't help but feel that additional wealth CAN be created (and that's hard, real wealth).

Like, if there were 23 cows one year, each cow being worth 23 dollars, and then there were 28 more cows the next year, that's 5 more cows that weren't there before = more wealth.

Or, when a new product is invented: cars, computers, etc.  New things, more wealth.

Where am I going wrong?  Why isn't this a (slightly) open system?

Gurdgieff always said that needless conversation is what made us forget ourselves.  Of course Ouspensky loved the sound of his own voice, so there they were having a needless conversation about needless conversations...

The point is that when Ouspensky finally saw Gurdgieff on the astral plane he ran away and never came back.

The moral of the story is to make damn sure that your cult leader is not a member of the British intelligence.

Hold it, hold it-- So exactly WHO ran away?  and if they had eaten each other's eyes, then how did they know where to go?  Or who they were?

An old band of mine did the "dot" bit on one of our albums' J-cards, but we got the bright idea of actually dosing a few.  We figured that it would assume the form of the "international cocaine dealer" trucks, and Authority wouldn't take it seriously.

After all, if people thought the music sucked, they could still have the chance of getting off, right?

The Gate is Not a Gate.


The Key is no Key.