August 26th, 2004
|09:38 am - To whom it may concern:|
You know, I have no idea what's up with this, but apparently someone is reading athanasios's journal and forwarding links from it. I guess they've been doing it for a long time.
Whoever it is. . . You're just creating drama. If you don't like athanasios, then why are you reading his journal?
A) you know it's just going to make you mad.
B) forwarding things on just stirs the pot and pisses people off.
C) if you think you're being smart/cool, you ain't.
As a Discordian, I'd like to say one final thing:
If you think you're doing Eris a favour, you aren't. Rememeber the idea of destructive and creative chaos? If you don't, re-read your Principia, because you suck at being a Discordian.
(from p. 63, Principia Discordia)
To choose order over disorder, or disorder over order, is to accept a trip composed of both the creative and the destructive. But to choose the creative over the destructive is an all-creative trip composed of both order and disorder. To accomplish this, one need only accept creative disorder along with, and equal to, creative order, and also be willing to reject destructive order as an undesirable equal to destructive disorder.
Current Mood: annoyed
Current Music: "Last Mango in Paris", -JB
|Date:||August 27th, 2004 08:04 am (UTC)|| |
Oh my dear and beloved Children of Eris, thou thinketh that Chaos can be defined? Thou believeth that constructive chaos be the only useful kind?
Once Malaclypse The Younger, sat meditating under the Tum-Tum Tree. After 23 days of meditation, Mal-2 decided to make for himself a sandwich. So he returned to his home, which had apparently been visited by other Discordians.
Mal-2 raised his voice in frustration, saying "That with which I was to make sandwiches hath been left out on the counter! See, for it now be spoilt!" He looked on the table, where the bag of chips he was going to eat sat opened. He placed one in his mouth and it had become stale, he cried aloud "Eris, how could these, who I thought to be Discordian, act in such a manner? What shall I do to teach them that this is not acceptable?"
He then went into the bathroom, since 23 days requires a large bladder. As he began to relieve himself, he sprayed the area. "What sort of sorcery be this?!" he exclaimed. Upon examination he again cried out to She What Done It All, "What cur hath placed Reynolds Wrap over my toilet? This is not the way of Eris!"
At that, Eris K. Discordia appeared before him, Her size towering over Mal-2, Her face fixed with anger, Her hands clenched and Her teeth barred. "Malaclypse, you are my best Beloved, yet even you have not understood. Do you truly know the Way of Me? For what good is Chaos if it is only constructive, what power in Discord, if only used to make people smile?" Her voice trembled with anger and frustration. "I have ridden in the chariot of my brother Aries, delighting in the Chaos of Man. I have laughed at Troy, at Plataea, Mycale and Peloponnesia. I delighted in the destruction of Greece by Rome, and Rome by the unwashed masses of Barbarians. I delight now, in the chaos of Baghdad. In the struggle between the Ordered Dogma of the West, and the Religious Dogma of the Middle East. All of this is Chaos, all of this is what causes Man to grow, to move forward, to learn. All of this is human experience."
"But, my Goddess," Mal exclaimed, "those wars led to many people dying, how can this not be bad, evil, wrong?"
"My Child," Eris sighed, returning to Her usual manifestation, "There is only one evil in the entire Universe. Stagnation. For anything that causes agitation, anything that provokes action, anything that spurs discussion, creates new growth."
"I do not understand," Mal sighed wistfully, "how does my ruined lunch and my plastic wrapped toilet spur growth? How does it cause me to learn?"
"Ah," Eris smiled, "it led to this conversation, didn't it?"
And then was Mal-2 enlightened again.
"But, I must ask, my Goddess, who did these things to me so that I might learn this lesson? Who left this food out to spoil?"
Eris laughed hard, harder than he had heard her laugh in many years, "My dear and wonderful Child, you forgot to put them away after your last lunch. You left it in public where all could see, and where spoilage is wont to happen. You are the one who brought this chaos."
"But, I did not wrap my own toilet seat." he replied.
"No, that was me, I thought it was very funny." Eris laughed as she faded back into the Void from which she came.
Ratatosk, Squirrel of Discord
Muncher of the ChaoAcorn
Chatterer of the Words of Eris
POEE of The Great Googlie-Mooglie Cabal
"The human race will begin solving it's problems on the day that it ceases taking itself so seriously."