Oh, hello.
I don't know how you got in here, but as long as you are here, please take off your shoes.
Yes, you.
Yes, now.
Whether you're sitting at home or you're on the bus reading this on your phone screen, take the shoes off. We can't have you tracking filth through these hallowed halls.
What this is:
You can stumbled upon the sanctum of strife, the cathedral of chaos, this... is the Discordian Temple. A holy shrine to the Goddess who is Eris Discorida, she what done it all.
Tell me: What do you think is the underlying principle of the cosmos? Order, or Chaos? Order? And why do you think that?
Maybe you believe in Order because you read it in a musty old book? The one musty old book you believe as opposed to every other musty old book that claims to be the word of God? Would you believe me if I told you they are all the word of God?
Maybe you believe in Order because you are a scientist. You see the patterns in nature and in math. The paths of the stars are calculable, are the behaviors of humans likewise? Matter can be weighed and catalogued, can the strings that manifest them be put into a box too? The deeper you plunge the stranger it becomes. Patterns give way to probabilities.
Maybe you believe in Order because you are a fascist. If so... Fuck you. Get out of my temple. And I'm keeping your shoes.
For everyone else, take a look around! Try not to get too lost.
