Pride, Gummo:8, 6006 YD
Taken at Lincoln and Southport.
Gluttony, Chico:60, 6006 YD
Earlier this month I reported about the possibility of the Apple Of Discord actually being a Quince . . . however, Episkopos Cain has done some digging around and has found more information on the subject . . . as he says, the Toronto Star is hardly the place to look into matters of mythological history.
For that, one would obviously go to the Toronto Sun.
Lust, Harpo:54, 6006 YD
Yesterday, I overheard a conversation between two homeless men who were waiting in a line for lunch at a nearby shelter. I was waiting for a bus on a bench close to where the two were standing, and happened to overhear one of them mention a ‘golden apple’. This, of course, piqued my interest, so I began to listen to the two.
It turns out that the ‘golden apple’ the one man was referring to was what is commonly referred to as an ‘Orange’, but he is correct that at one time the fruit was called a golden apple – the conversation centered around the man holding the orange trying to convince the other man that the fruit he was holding was in fact blue, not orange.
“It’s like this,” said the man. “colour works in opposites. When you look at an Orange the light bounces off the Orange, and back to your eye. But, the thing is, the thing is this: the Orange absorbs all the colours of the white light, and only bounces back the colour orange to your eye. So, really, the Orange is any colour BUT orange.”
“I don’t get it.” said the other man. “Why does it look orange to us, then?”
“Because that’s the only colour bouncing back to your eye. It looks orange because orange is bouncing back. The eye works on opposites. We actually see things upside down, but our eyes correct the image so that we see it normally. And, we usually see in negative, but the eye corrects for that too.”
“That’s fucked.” the other man answered aptly.
It was at this point that I turned to the two men. “I’ll tell you what’s more fucked. Colour doesn’t exist at all.”
They both just stared at me. I continued: “Think about this: Everything is made from molecules, right? Well, what colour are molecules?”
The one man shrugged, and the other said: “I don’t know.”
I winked. “Exactly. That’s because molecules don’t have any colour. And, if everything is made from molecules, and molecules have no colour, than de facto NOTHING has colour.”
Before either man could respond I disappeared into a puff of smoke.
Greed, Harpo:46, 6006 YD
Some people lately seem to be forgetting one of the most important concepts in Discordianism, The Pentabarf. It was designed to discourage Fundamentalism, but some people are not studying it closely enough. Let’s look at it again.
I – There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess. There is no Erisian Movement but The Erisian Movement and it is The Erisian Movement. And every Golden Apple Corps is the beloved home of a Golden Worm.
II – A Discordian Shall Always use the Official Discordian Document Numbering System.
III – A Discordian is Required during his early Illumination to Go Off Alone & Partake Joyously of a Hot Dog on a Friday; this Devotive Ceremony to Remonstrate against the popular Paganisms of the Day: of Catholic Christendom (no meat on Friday), of Judaism (no meat of Pork), of Hindic Peoples (no meat of Beef), of Buddhists (no meat of animal), and of Discordians (no Hot Dog Buns).
IV – A Discordian shall Partake of No Hot Dog Buns, for Such was the Solace of Our Goddess when She was Confronted with The Original Snub.
V – A Discordian is Prohibited of Believing what he reads.
Homage to thee, O Eris, at thy beautiful kaos. Thou twirlest like a dervish, thou twirlest like a top, thou twirlest like a Ferris Wheel which never will stop. O thou Only One, O thou Petty One, O thou who art Bitter, yet also Sweet. Of all that is Sweet, of all that is Bitter, thou hast domination over all. Hail Eris! All hail Discordia! Hail Kaos! Hail Babalon! Hail the Great Mother who birthed us all! Hail the Great Whore who barfed us all! O divine madness, self-created, self-anointed, self-serve, thou art Goddess of Heaven, Earth, and New Jersey, thou did create beings celestial and terrestrial. Live thou in me, and I in thee, O thou Golden Apple of the Sun!