A Parable

A well-dressed priest, followed by an acolyte with censer, steps up upon a podium to address his congregation. He begins to intone:

There is no truth, only persuasion. And at every occasion I will remind you that:

there is no truth, only persuasion. And without provocation I shall remind you that:

there is no truth, only persuasion. And as justification I hope to remind you that . . .

After five minutes of this, his voice begins to break. He leans back and asks the acolyte “Can I get some water? My throat is parched.”

To which the acolyte responds “Can I persuade you otherwise?”

(From the 13th Book of Relativisionism)

To the creator, all things come

A: You have no control over what you started.

B: None at all.

A: Do you know what that means?

B: It means that I am a creator.

C J C : A M O M E M M X A

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O   \   |

M   +  X

A   ∨   E

T / F : A M O L E M D A O

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O   A   O

L   M   D

A   E   M

N O 1

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I   /   O

∧  ¬   ∨

O   \   I

C J C : A M O + D A O = …

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A   M   O

|    +   ¬

O   A   T

C J C : L N C + L E M = L G C

A : See?

B : Clearly.

L G C

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L   G   C

I   +   O

=   1   0

On Non-Linear Thinking

Sound radiates in all directions, as does the thought that sound inspires.

Linger on a sound, the last syllable of a word — for instance, the e of memory — and then follow the next sound that comes to mind.

Is it the sound f?

Linger on a syllable, the first syllable of a word — for instance, the mem of memory — and then leap!

Where do you land?

Alas Zarathustra!

Zarathustra proclaimed the death of God! And proclaimed that we killed him!

Had he but known that God is a door. And Christ a key. And the Kingdom, merely a meta— a meta— a meta —

uh uh uh

meta

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