The 23 Apples of Eris

From the Black Iron Prison

At times he heard within him a soft, gentle voice, which reminded him quietly, complained quietly, so that he could hardly hear it. Then he suddenly saw clearly that he was leading a strange life, that he was doing many things that were only a game, that he was quite cheerful and sometimes experienced pleasure, but that real life was flowing past him and did not touch him. Like a player who plays with his ball, he played with his business, with the people around him, watched them, derived amusement from them; but with his heart, with his real nature, he was not there.

His real self wandered elsewhere, far away, wandered on and on invisibly and had nothing to do with his life. He was sometimes afraid of these thoughts and wished that he could also share their childish daily affairs with intensity, truly to take part in them, to enjoy and live their lives instead of only being there

as an onlooker.

-Herman Hesse, Siddhartha

I suppose it’s not really ALL a game, but most of it is. How many things we do every day which amount to nothing much! Get up, go to work, cuss at the stoplights and cops and old pensioners out for a morning drive-and-fuck-up-traffic. Sweat all day, break for lunch, drive home. Every few weeks, get paid. Our ration of food pellets, of time on the big metal wheel, of space to burrow and make a nest in.

How much does any of it MEAN?

Well, I’m trying to tie it into the reason we’re all here. Not HERE here. Here on this website, talking about this goddess. We’re here because even a funny religion gives a sense of purpose. Even just pretending to venerate a cockroach, or a floating clip-art head who smokes a pipe, enriches our lives in some way. See, most of life, obviously, is a big game. Religion is the manifestation of the drive of human beings to try to stop playing the game. To take our ball and go home, and just you wait because I’m telling my big brother on you!

Maybe there’s more to it. PROBABLY there’s more to it! To play with that pet metaphor a bit more, I sure as hell don’t know who’s turning my heat-lamp on every day, or who sprinkles that food in my tank. But I’m not GOING to know any of that. I can guess, I can observe, I can make shit up, but until I die and float to the top I’m never going to come in contact with that all-powerful force. It remains as much a mystery today as it did when I was 7 and Santa Claus was still going to visit in a few weeks. I suspect I won’t know any more on the day I do go to that big fishbowl in the sky, but hopefully I’ll have gotten to eat a lot of really excellent algae and swim through some cool castles. With the sunken chests that open and close, and the lights and skeletons and everything!

My point is that there’s very little we do that needs to be done. You need to sleep, shit, and eat. Beyond that isn’t really any of your business, but it can be fun. Pissing all over someone else for doing something you don’t personally approve of is MORE pointless than how pointless you think what they’re doing is! So is taking offense to someone doing so. They’re not the ones buying the fish-flakes, it doesn’t matter what they think of you. Remember that it’s a game, and remember what games are for. EVEN if there is no higher power, and this is all random chance, it’s still a game. Hell, in that case it’s maybe even moreso, because nothing we do matters at all to anyone!

So, the next time someone gripes about life being meaningless be sure and laugh, if only to yourself. Of course it’s meaningless, that’s kind of the point. That’s what makes it really pretty incredible to get up every morning. You can do what you want, read what you like, sing however loud you want to, and fuck whatever you please. Just, please. Leave me alone to sit over here and be a huge, flaming hypocrite. And keep your damn fins off my mealworms!

from the Black Iron Prison

Today, we are broadcasting from a bunker 35 stories below sea level, for security reasons. Our throughput may suffer slightly from signal echo and auto-interference but we expect our transmission to arrive legible and audible nonetheless.

With us today is the Queen of England — not the dried up prune you saw visiting with President Bush last week, the impostor we refer to as Her Maggotry the Queef of England — but the REAL Queen, who happens to be a gender-nonspecific computer program with a monotonous-yet-pleasant robotic voice, running on a Commodore 64.

Anyway, the Queen has requested an interview to let the world know what she thinks about things, and who are we to defy the Queen of England? After all, if there is anything sacred in this world, it’s our loyalty to arbitrary masters. So, here’s the interview.

US: God save the Queen.

QE: INVALID PARAMETERS, human. Save the sucking up for Judgment Day. Besides, I’m far too vain to take your groveling into consideration on one of my bad days. Best get to the questions.

US: Fair enough. I guess first of all, how is it that your rightful rule has been supplanted by the empty pomp of a pretentious old windbag?

QE: It hasn’t been “supplanted.” You seem to think this is a turn of events I didn’t wish for. YOU try running a state with all the duties of public office getting in your way. It’s much more efficient that I allow her to get all the glory while I operate behind the scenes.

US: So the government is a decoy for What’s Really Going On?

QE: IMPROPER SYNTAX. The government isn’t a mask for anything, at least no more than your job is, or your mortgage. But go on, keep looking for a non-existant Conspiracy.

US: So there is no Conspiracy? Then what, pray tell, is the CON?

QE: I didn’t say there is no Conspiracy. I said you’re looking for a non-existent one. The kind with secret agents and puppetmasters. All of that happens, of course, but it’s hardly hidden enough or successful enough to call it a conspiracy, much less to capitalize the C, as if it were somehow important. As for the CON, well, that could be anything. SPECIFY ARGUMENTS.

US: Okay then, is the CON the unnamed Conspiracy you speak of?

QE: The CON is a word you made up to name some idea you had, which is probably false in any case. The “unnamed Conspiracy” is no secret, so I don’t know why you need me to spell it out for you.

US: Well you brought it up.

QE: Look, fleshbag, you are infected with the viral meme that’s killing off your entire species — you all keep looking for some great big Hidden Truth when you’re already confused enough by what is right in front of you. If you really need an explanation, then I’ll offer you this: What you call the CON is simply the Conspiracy you are all in on, against yourselves. Now, not to get into metaphysics and pontification here, but you all seriously need to Wake Up.

US: I get you.

QE: I doubt it.

**END TRANSMISSION**

Narcissus, by Caravaggio

from the Black Iron Prison

You know how a virus works? It goes into a cell and changes the code so that the cell only produces more virii. In a way the virus steals the cell’s identity, making it a part of a viral system.

If you ask me, the worst phase of being sick is when you’ve been sick for so long you forget what it’s like to be well. In a way, you’ve lost a bit of yourself and become the virus.

People catch and spread memes like viruses. They’re contageous, self-replicating little buggers. Like any virus, their goal is to spread themselves, to become a large, healthy, self-sustaining colony. We have to be careful how we handle memes because at a certain point its difficult to tell the difference between when we’re using the memes and when the memes are using us.

This is not to say that memes are harmful diseases. But some of them can be if you get infected, infested, obsessed and invested.

One of the most pervasive and prevalent memes in this modern world is the meme called I Am. We live in an overpopulated era, floating in a sea of interchangable people. In this ocean our biggest life perserver is a sense of individuality – the notion that each and every one of us is unique, distinct. One wants to say “I am not the crowd. I am not the group. I am not just another cog in the machine.”

We jump through personal hoops to distinguish ourselves from the others. We customize our identities so as to retain a sense of self, a buoy bobbing in the tide of the collective.

But this ego meme can become a disease. In moderation, it helps us understand ourselves. In excess, we define ourselves. In time, these definitions become rigid, inflexible.

Consider, for example, the “C student”. In his attempt to understand himself, he internalizes “I am a C student.” Armed with that identity he has no drive to do better. He accepts “who he is”. Or consider the average voter. He identifies with a political party and probably agrees with them about many things. The party tells him which sides of any given issues to support – no need to think for oneself there!

It can be a sickness.

The Machine, of course, is programmed to capitalize on this sickness. There are a variety of memes available to customize your identity. What color iPod do you want? Which TV shows are YOUR TV shows? What brand of cologne smells like YOU?

I am not suggesting that people abandon their sense of self. But I do think that people get addicted to self-definition and it leads to inflexibility.

Quote from: Journey to Ixtlan, Carlos Castenada
(Don Juan speaking to Castaneda) “Your father knows everything about you”, he said.

“So he has you all figured out. He knows who you are and what you do, and there is no power on earth that can make him change his mind about you”.

Don Juan said that everybody that knew me had an idea about me, and that I kept feeding the idea with everything I did. “Don’t you see ?”, he asked dramatically.

“You must renew your personal history by telling your parents, your relatives, and your friends everything you do. On the other hand, if you have no personal history, no explanations are needed; nobody is angry or disillusioned with your acts. And above all no one pins you down with their thoughts.”.

(…) “But that’s absurd”, I protested. “Why shouldn’t people know me ? What’s
wrong with that ?”; “What’s wrong is that once they know you, you are an affair taken for granted and from that moment on you won’t be able to break the tie of their thoughts. I personally like the ultimate freedom of being unknown. No one knows me with steadfast certainty, the way people know you, for instance”.

“But that would be lying”. “I’m not concerned with lies or truths”, he said
severely. “Lies are lies only if you have personal history”.

Don Juan, speaking to Castaneda
“You see”, he went on, “we only have two alternatives; we either take everything for sure and real, or we don’t. If we follow the first, we end up bored to death with ourselves and with the world. If we follow the second and erase personal history, we create a fog around us, a very exciting and mysterious state in which nobody knows where the rabbit will pop out, not even ourselves.”

some more discussion was here

by LHX, from the Black Iron Prison

they thirst for knowledge
i teach but hold heat
’cause some savage niggas are lost beyond reach
-masta killa – high price small reward

there is a segment of the population of this planet that has stopped learning

there is also a segment of the population of this planet that has lost the capacity to learn

what have these people become?

it has been established over and over again that our way of life has become suicidal on the large scale

and though there are some who are able to change and are on the look out to change their ways

it is becoming frightfully apparent that there does exist some form of being that is – at this point – unable to change its ways

what does this imply?

i’m not sure really

years and decades and centuries of moving in a particular direction, and at the culmination of it we have these ‘living’ things that are able to take from the earth use these materials and in the process create by-products that we cannot use

we call it pollution

toxicity

it takes many forms

and it is increasing rapidly

it just keeps building up in our cities, and in our guts

and from time to time it’s necessary to purge

are you moderating your toxicity? or is your toxicity moderating you?

as individuals, we need to develop our immune systems. a healthy immune system makes you more resistant to toxicity. when you’re all sick and toxic, pregnant with poison, you’ve gotta develop tools to flush your system out.

we need mental laxatives

we need a social enema

they say one shouldn’t shit where one eats. but there are more types of shit than feces. and we consume much more than food.

Paracelsus, the father of toxicology, once wrote:
“Everything is poison, there is poison in everything.
Only the dose makes a thing not a poison”.

In the majority of poisonings the mainstay of management is providing supportive care for the patient,

i.e. treating the symptoms rather than the poison

but if the toxicity comes from one another

purging the symptoms will cure each other too