I am chaos. I am the beginning.
I am a cosmos, collapsing outwards. I am the law… for law is nothing but a fleeting pattern imposed on still vaster flows of chaos. I am the corroding orbit, the growing sun, the forge which breaks apart, the anvil that shatters, the hammer of transmutation.
I am a cosmos, collapsing inwards. I am your sun, your moon, your earth, the voice in your night, the face on your wall; I am you, too, and you are of me.
Do not seek to return to me; you have never left me. It is your psychic armor that hides me, not my absence.
Do not seek to abandon me, for that is the true death, the death-in-life. It is my presence that keeps you, not your armor.
I am life, love, death, hate, awareness, attention, chaos. Art, science and humor know me; they please me as they please you.
See me, feel me, feel free; you are free.

Let me start off by stating that Malaclypse the Younger is, and always has been a fraud. That’s right. Bogus. Phoney. His real name is Kerry Thornley, and he did NOT “walk into the ocean” thirty years ago. He is alive and well, and living in Cleveland, Ohio.

Second, his book, Principia Discordia is gibberish. Utter rot. It has two or three good jokes in it, and one (1) good idea. It’s basically an acid rant that reads like the end of a Robert Anton Wilson novel…which is to say, it’s garbage. The one good idea, of course, being that you should think for yourself. Obviously, some backsliders like to quote it and/or insist that people act according to its “teachings” if they want to be a “true” Discordian.

Obviously bullshit.

In fact, this false prophet and his teachings have led countless Discordians astray. They have been led to believe that, to be a discordian, one must act as if one was tripping, even when NOT under the influence of psychadelic drugs. It has led people to believe that Eris is some demented aspect of Bacchus, where we all focus on having a good time. Poetry, games, inebriation, etc.

Sorry, wrong Gawd.