It’s interesting how many stops on the blogosphere remind me of this passage from The Illuminatus! Trilogy:
…”As for the rest of you – who can tell me, without uttering a word, the fallacy of the Illuminati?”
A young girl – she was no more than fifteen, George guessed, and the youngest member of the crew; he had heard she was a runaway from a fabulously rich Italian family in Rom – slowly raised her hand and clenched her fist.
Hagbard turned on her furiously. “How many times must I tell you people: no faking! You got that out of some cheap book on Zen that neither the author or you understood a damned word of. I hate to be dictatorial, but phony mysticism is the one thing Discordianism can’t survive. You’re on sh*twork, in the kitchen, for a week, you wise-ass brat.”
The girl remained immobile, in the same position, fist raised, and only slowly did George read the slight smile that curled her mouth. Then he started to smile himself.
(Pages 429 – 430)
No, I’m not going to tell you what post on what site sparked this observation, because it’s not going to make any real sense unless you understand what the above passage is driving at, and I have no intention of explaining what the above passage is driving at. You either get it, or you don’t – and as the Church of the Subgenius points out, when it comes to enlightenment… if you think that you got it, you didn’t really get it*.
Moe
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