This and none of the following are a lie.
I.
The Discordian Society has no definition.--Principia Discordia, 00032
There are conflicting accounts of the birth of the Discordian Society:
ONE PUNGENDAY, the 23rd in the season of Confusion, Davz "not here' Annarelli consulted his pineal gland:
a vision of musical notes randomly played upon the ebon æther--out of this chaos of sound, patterns emerged, Mandelbrotian fractals of notes and chords, scale-regressions and apophthegms--a golden apple falls: to the pretty one--players and singers. Out of discord came harmony; then harmony merged into discord. Revealed was a cabal of musicians in anarchy anointed by Eris. From harmony there is DISCORD, from anarchy there is SOCIETY. Dave awoke, took a leak, smoked, went back to sleep.
The Second Account
IN THE PROPHECIES of Saint Gulik, it is revealed that in this Age of Bureaucracy--when we are ruled by a piece of office furniture--Eris shall call for the sound of a new prophetic nonsense, hidden in the patterns of form and harmony. Step back, and it is cacophony; step in, and it is discord that encodes the music of the sphere-incters. It will be music for the end of the world or the beginning of a new one. In this time, the mad piping of the Crawling Chaos plays on, even through the Balanced-Balance which is Stagnation. The vessel of sound which is the band will shape the notes, give rhythm to the piping with chthonic tones that shift and pause and stop the endless drone of static noise, unbalancing the balance, and thus usher in the Age of Disorder: a Discordian Society.
Meditating on these prophesies, Dave said "Screw that, I want to form a band."
II.
The Classical Greeks were not influenced by the Classical Greeks.-Principia Discordia
A) Some Episkoposes have a one-man kabal. Some work together. Dave never explains.
B) The Discordian Society can be described by the quantum thought experiment known as Schrödinger's Symphony--the orchestra exists within the pineal gland of the Cosmic Embryo. If you crack open its skull, a symphoton fires; it will either strike and shatter the pineal gland, and the orchestra will play, or it will miss the pineal gland and the orchestra breathes fitfully in silence. Until the skull is opened, the orchestra exists in a state simultaneously playing and silent.
C) Frank Zappa was a prophet of Eris; Mr. Bungle sups from the Primordial Soup; Les Claypool subverts the Technocracy; John Zorn is a fantastic name; Jaco Pastorius was not influenced by Jaco Pastorius.
D) [This space intentionally left blank to conserve paper and electrons]
E) You've only one life, you might as well do everything that you want to do; if you're going to reincarnate, and if that's your state of belief, you might as well do everything that you want to do and try to do it while being a good person at the same time, so you don't come back as a fly or something crappy--no pun intended. Go live. Every person should have to sleep under a bridge on a cold night, once.
III.
I am chaos. I am the substance from which your artists and scientists build rhythms. I am the spirit with which your children and clowns laugh in happy anarchy.
I am chaos. I am alive, and I tell you that you are free.
--Principia Discordia, 0009
The music breaks forth from the Region of Thud and draws a path out of pattern leading back to Oblivion. No two elements of the music are interlocked, but all five elements--destruction, creation, change, square, circle--interlock.
The music is a constant ritual of Baptism into Discord. The audience::the neophyte, stands at the centre surrounded by the five: guitar, keys, rhythm, horns, chaos. The music is naked to demonstrate that it is human and not a cabbage, expanding and contracting; swells and breathes in, exhales notes and chords in a Brownian Motion of music; reveals itself as an organism in symbiosis with the audience. The sound is a mirror that reflects and distorts the apostles who listen but do not sing out; who do not move, but dance.
It says little,
does less,
means
nothing.
Listening to it would probably make you Philosophically Illuminized if that weren't so funny.
IV.
It is my firm belief that it is a mistake to hold firm beliefs.-- PD, 00013
Confirmation Bias is the tendency to focus on data which confirms or supports our existing beliefs & discount data which doesn’t fit. In your brain, the thinker thinks, the prover proves. Random neurons fire & the Thinker comes to the conclusion that the sound of the Discordian Society is jam-band, jazz, prog-rock, or R&B; you are right-for the Prover develops patterns from the chaos that prove you are right. Converted to your own bias, you write theses & theological tracts proving the jazz label is wrong & the jam-band label, correct. The music is the original Rorschach Test of sound. You are also very, very wrong--you premises are false & random, created to confirm your presupposed conclusion, for actually the sound is [redacted - FNORD].
V.
Is this the beginning of another cardboard dayOr is it the first day of the rest of the universe?
Will nothing happen or will everything happen?
--WEREWOLF BRIDGE, Robert Anton Wilson
Heard at the verge of a lucent dream: "Today the world, tomorrow the solar system."
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