Half Truth

A zen master lay dying. His monks had gathered around his bed, from the most senior to the most novice monk. The senior monk leaned over to ask the dying master if he had any final words of advice for his monks. The old master slowly opened his eyes and in a weak voice whispered, "Tell them Truth is like a river."The senior monk passed this piece of information in turn to the monk next to him, and it circulated around the room.

When the words reached the youngest monk he asked, "What does he mean, 'Truth is like a river'?"

The question was passed back around the room to the senior monk who leaned over the bed and asked, "Master, what do you mean, 'Truth is like a river'?"

Slowly the master opened his eyes and in a weak voice whispered, "OK, Truth is not like a river."

Love Under Will

This Life would simply seem a whirlwind fantasy

If it were not for the History inherent,

The Time-Bound wisdom and knowledge.

This Heart would ring in fools paradise,

Proclaiming the Virtue of all and nothing,

But for the discernment of my minds eye, the courage of my conviction.

And Today would be a Gods wet dream

Were it not for the torment

Of Yesterday and Tomorrow,

For Love would live so Perfect

Were it not for the Prophet

Who speaks in error.

And I too may be quick to praise the Gods

For all our Worldy treasures, for all our living gifts,

Were it not for the Beauty of these mortal hands

That did so daringly, in Grace and Folly,

Lay down the Stele and the law,

and bless the face of human kindness.

Loves sweet intoxication, divine holds our futures dear,

But Love is fickle, hasty and rash -

It is only the Will of mortal man

That pays for Life in Work and coldhard Cash.

For you, My Love, I would pay the Gods a thousand thanks

But for the roads we build by these mortal hands.

"People travel to wonder at the height of the mountains, at the huge waves of the seas, at the long course of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars, and yet they pass by themselves without wondering" ~ St. Augustine

Written for Love, Life and Amelia.

Equinocturnal Greetings

The Equinox has arrived again (however you define the exact day).







The students of MLA have produced yet another edition of the quarterly magazine.

Congratulations and thanks to all concerned.



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Hail Eris!

Delightful to hear that the astronomers got thrown into disarray by the discovery of a planetoid further out than Pluto, but larger.

After some dispute, 'they' - the International Astronomical Union (IAU) - have decided to downgrade Pluto from planet status, rather than add this new object in. It has had some nicknames for a while, but they have settled on Eris - Goddess of Discord (and named its moon after Disnomia, apparently Eris's lawless daughter).

All Hail Discordia!

For those of you recently arrived, the Discordians (who worship Eris) appear prominently in Illuminatus! - the magnum opus of RAW the founder. And if you want true enlightenment on the subject I can only recommend The Book - Principia Discordia.

You can find the various editions, etc at the link below if you wish to compare versions of:

THE PRINCIPIA DISCORDIA
or, How I Found the Goddess and What I Did To Her When I Found Her

THE MAGNUM OPIATE OF MALACLYPSE THE YOUNGER

Wherein Is Explained Absolutely Everything Worth Knowing About Absolutely Anything

For those of you into astrology, Antero Alli has pointed out an Eris ephemeris, here.