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The real meaning of life.

The world in which we live and take part of is absurd. You and I both know this on some intellectually pristine level of awareness in which we have settled the matter and thus feel no need to explore the realization further. Fortunately, you and I both will have to explore it further, either by choice or not. Men have nipples, yet give no milk. Humanity has invented the dimension of time and yet can not explain it clearly. Everyone claims to want love and yet love is pushed away at every opportunity. The self we claim to be turns out to be our own little paint splotches on the canvas of life for which we have no adequate definition. People claim to be on a spiritual quest to find enlightenment or evolution and yet run in horror away from any small glimpses of what that entails…to the point where they must take false shelter in the apparent security of belief. We live in societies that claim to respect intelligence, yet celebrate stupidity. Some say the world is wonderful. Some say the world is terrible. Some say the world is neither. Some say it is both. I am here to say that it is all these things and it is absurd!

You may scoff at the idea, but approaching life and the world from the angle of its absurdity has infinite merit. Using absurdity, one can stay out of the meaning/meaningless trap that has tripped up philosophers and spiritual seekers for millennia. Of course, life will be meaningless or meaningful depending upon which side you choose. Why choose sides at all? It’s better not to get cocooned in like that, unless you want to provide Eris, and others, with hours of entertainment. (People who cocoon themselves with their own opinions and beliefs are pretty damned entertaining to some of us, you have to admit.)

Instead of searching for some stable bedrock, which will only confuse you once you realize that it is made of ice and melting fast, learn to ski across the shifting snows of discord. Learn to swim the seas of chaos. Learn to burn the papers of bureaucracy. Learn to revel in the fog of confusion. Learn to dance to the aftermath. Laugh….People often search high and low for clarity and on first glance that appears valid. But it is exposed as absurd when you realize that their search for clarity is really just a search for something to fit their preconceived ideas. One doesn’t have to do much free-thinking if one gets clarity. The obvious is a stagnant proposition. Confusion forces you to think without the preconceptions and prejudices with which you have mistaken for ideas. Sometimes it is best to be as thoroughly confused as possible. Or not. Or maybe. So what?

The point of all this is…make your own damned point. Stop whining to everyone else about how pointless things seem! Make your own damned point! Realize that you are a seed of discord, a damned-thing that can not be categorized, no matter what the crapscreamers say. Make up your own categories, if you must, to see how cheesy all categories get to be.

If you think the problem is bad now, just wait until we’ve solved it. Energy, power, and faith are the false bulwarks of a fluctuating image you call ego. The State is the chief cause of anarchism. Sanity is the chief cause of insanity. Meaning is the chief cause of meaninglessness. The chicken is the chief cause of the egg…well, maybe. But the precepts of order are banging loud on their drums of war in your head. What are you going to do about it?

You are going insane. Wise people admit this while letting go. But less-than-wise people deny this while using the wise-sounding tenets of wise-sounding belief systems to try and maintain some sense of sanity. But sanity can only go so far. It is Out of Order.You are the reason why there are no such things as straight lines or linear times. You are the damned-thing that refuses to fit into categories. The message in this sentence is a flat lie. The previous statement was false, true, meaningless and otherwise. Good and Evil…So what? Who gives a shit? They’re only two labels for the same thing.

Is the thought of a thought a real thought? Maybe. Is the world out to get you? If you want it to. There is no law…no story…no reason…no order…no disorder…no thoughts…no clowns…no sadness…no laughter…no nothing. The honest truth is a dishonest lie. Fuck waiting until the last laugh! The gods are not what they seem, nor are they otherwise. Things appear and disappear at random for no apparent reason. You only impute an apparent reason, for some reason.

Imagination is the most potent tool in you. It will take you as far from sanity as you wish…No. I lied. It will take you far from sanity, whether you wish it or not. It is not a tool at all. I lied again. And I lied again. In fact this whole paragraph is a lie. Possibly. Maybe not. But I lie again. Are you tired of your negative trips? We have drugs and video games for that. Oops. But not really. I lied again. What is truth, if not an insidious infection of falsehoods? Are you the ‘You Are’ of the ‘I Am’? Or are you the ‘Am Is’ of the ‘What Not’? Or the ‘What For’? It is possible that you are a worse liar than I am. Or a better liar. Is this a Celtic twist of a Gypsy Switch that will whip incessantly at the bullshit clouding your mind? Or is it a Discordian mindfucking plot specifically calculated to provoke a random response from you which will set you off towards every direction? Is it some or neither? Are you some or neither? Or are you in-between-the-lines? If we are both liars masquerading as truth tellers, what are we saying? But that is also a true lie.

The secret is out that there is no secret of the multiverse. But I lie again. For every hole in your sock there is a mystical mystery that has stunned and amazed occult theorists for generations. And yet the joke is on them. Are you one of them? Are you the joke? Are you a clown performing on some corner stage in Eris’s playground? You may be the mystical mystery that has stunned and amazed occult theorists—and governments, scientists, doctors, social scientists, historians, and theologians—for generations. And again, I may be lying. Knowing that, possibly, you were born and that, probably, you will die…tells you nothing, unless you allow lies to be screamed into your ears. Consistency is the stagnant invention of the madmen. Certainty is their house. Uncertainty is the dynamic state of one who lives. But this could be a lie. Or not. And that could be a lie. Are you willing to ride a thought until it leads you to its basic absurdity? Liar!

How do you know that you are not someone else’s blurry thought? If you are a figment of your own imagination, why not someone else’s? The only certainty you may glimpse is that there are no certainties. And that could be the only true statement I have made, except for the fact that I might by lying. Even then, how would you know? You are always going insane, despite what you may believe. And beliefs are just prejudices…attempts to build walls to keep out the world. No matter what you try to build, there are no walls. There is nothing to keep out. And nothing to hold in. And there is no one doing it. What are you? Who are you? What masks are you wearing now? What answers can you stand? What questions can you stand?

You have free will. There is no other choice. I wouldn’t deceive you but I will pull your legs out from under you. And I could be telling the truth if I am not lying again. Just because sanity and insanity are merely two faces of the same thing does not mean that you are not going insane. Are you crazy enough to exist?