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INTRODUCTION
You hold in your hands one of the Great Books of our century fnord.
Some Great Books are recognized at once with a fusillade of critical
huzzahs and gonfolons, like Joyce’s
Ulysses
. Others appear almost furtively
and are only discovered 50 years later, like
Moby Dick
or Mendel’s great
essay on genetics. The
Principia Discordia
entered our space-time
continuum almost as unobtrusively as a cat-burglar creeping over a
windowsill.
In 1968, virtually nobody had heard of this wonderful book. In 1970,
hundreds of people from coast to coast were talking about it and asking the
identity of the mysterious author, Malaclypse the Younger. Rumors swept
across the continent, from New York to Los Angeles, from Seattle to St. Joe.
Malaclypse was actually Alan Watts, one heard. No, said another legend –
the
Principia
was actually the work of the Sufi Order. A third, very
intriguing myth held that Malaclypse was a pen-name for Richard M. Nixon,
who had allegedly composed the
Principia
during a few moments of
lucidity. I enjoyed each of these yarns and did my part to help spread them. I
was also careful never to contradict the occasional rumors that I had actually
written the whole thing myself during an acid trip.
The legendry, the mystery, the cult grew very slowly. By the mid-
1970’s, thousands of people, some as far off as Hong Kong and Australia,
were talking about the
Principia
, and since the original was out of print by
then, xerox copies were beginning to circulate here and there.
When the
Illuminatus
trilogy appeared in 1975, my co-author, Bob
Shea, and I both received hundreds of letters from people intrigued by the
quotes from the
Principia
with which we had decorated the heads of several
chapters. Many, who had already heard of the
Principia
or seen copies,
asked if Shea and I had written it, or if we had copies available. Others wrote
to ask if it were real, or just something we had invented the way H.P.
Lovecraft invented the
Necronomicon
. We answered according to our
moods, sometimes telling the truth, sometimes spreading the most Godawful
lies and myths we could devise fnord.
Why not? We felt that this book was a true Classic (
literatus
immortalis
) and, since the alleged intelligentsia had not yet discovered it, the
best way to keep its legend alive was to encourage the mythology and the
controversy about it. Increasingly, people wrote to ask me if Timothy Leary
had written it, and I almost always told them he had, except on Fridays when
I am more whimsical, in which case I told them it had been transmitted by a
canine intelligence – vast, cool and unsympathetic – from the Dog Star,
Sirius.
Now, at last, the truth can be told.
Actually, the
Principia
is the work of a time-traveling anthropologist
from the 23rd Century. He is currently passing among us as a computer
specialist, bon vivant and philosopher named Gregory Hill. He has also
translated several volumes of Etruscan erotic poetry, under another pen-
name, and in the 18th Century was the mysterious Man in Black who gave
Jefferson the design for the Great Seal of the United States.
I have it on good authority that he is one of the most accomplished
time-travelers in the galaxy and has visited Earth many times in the past,
using such cover-identities as Zeno of Elias, Emperor Norton, Count
Cagliostro, Guillaume of Aquitaine, etc. Whenever I question him about
this, he grows very evasive and attempts to persuade me that he is actually
just another 20th Century Earthman and that all my ideas about his
Extraterrestrial and extratemporal origin are delusions. Hah! I am not that
easily deceived. After all, a time-traveling anthropologist would say just
that, so that he could observe us without his presence causing culture-shock.
I understand that he has consented to write an Afterward to this
edition. He’ll probably contradict everything I’ve told you, but don’t believe
a word he says fnord. He is a master of the deadpan put-on, the plausible
satire, the philosophical leg-pull and all branches of guerilla ontology.
For full benefit to the Head, this book should be read in conjunction
with
The Illuminoids
by Neal Wilgus (Sun Press, Albuquerque, New
Mexico) and
Zen Without Zen Masters
by Camden Benares (And/Or Press,
Berkeley, California). “We are operating on many levels here”, as Ken
Kesey used to say.
In conclusion, there is no conclusion. Things will go on as they
always have, getting weirder all the time.
Hail Eris. All hail Discordia. Fnord?
-Robert Anton Wilson
International Arms and Hashish Inc.
Darra Bazar, Kohat
5th edition introduction:
by Kerry Thornley, Discordian Society Co-founder
If organized religion is the opium of the masses, then disorganized
religion is the marijuana of the lunatic fringe.
Most disorganized of all religions, Discordianism alone understands
that organization is the work of the Devil. Holy Chaos is the Natural
Condition of Reality, contrary to popular belief. Theologians cite Order in
the Universe as proof of a Supreme Intelligence, but a glance is enough to
see that the stars are not actually in neat little rows. (Oh, sure, there is the
Big Dipper and the Little Dipper - but if they were really connect-the-dot
drawings there would be numbers next to the stars.) Theology is just a
debate over who to frame for creating reality. What we imagine is order is
merely the prevailing form of chaos.
Every few thousand years some shepherd inhales smoke from a
burning bush and has a vision or eats moldy rye bread in a cave and sees
God. From then on their followers kill one another at the slightest
provocation. Haunted houses called temples are built by one side and torn
down by another - and then bloody quarrels continue over the crumbling
foundations.
Organized religion preaches Order and Love but spawns Chaos and
Fury. Why?
Because the whole Material Universe is exclusive property of the
Greco-Roman Goddess of Chaos, Confusion, Strife, Helter-Skelter and
Hodge-Podge. No Spiritual power is even strong enough to dent Her chariot
fenders. No material force can resist the temptation of Her Fifth Intergalactic
Bank of the Acropolis Slush Fund for Graft and Corruption.
All this was revealed to me in an absolutely unforgettably miraculous
event in 1958 or 1959 in a bowling alley in Friendly Hills or maybe Santa Fe
Springs, California, witnessed by either Gregory Hill or Malaclypse the
Younger or perhaps Mad Malik or Reverend Doctor Occupant or some guy
who must have vaguely resembled one or another of them.
With the help of a Chaosopher’s Stone I found the Goddess Eris
Discordia in my pineal gland (on Cosmic Channel Number Five) and ever
since I have known the answers to all the mysteries of metaphysics,
metamystics, metamorphics, metanoiacs and metaphorics. (Before that I
didn’t even know how to install a plastic trash can liner so it wouldn’t fall
down inside the first time somebody threw away garbage.)
You, too can activate your pineal gland simply by reciting the entire
contents of this book upon awakening each morning, rubbing sandalwood
paste between your eyes each evening upon retiring, banging your forehead
against the ground five times a day, refraining from harming cockroaches
and meditating (defined as sitting around waiting for good luck).
When your pineal gland finally lights up you will never again, as long
as you live, have to relax.
Eris Discordia will solve all your problems and She will expect you in
return to solve all Her problems. In these very pages you will learn about
converting infidels. Later on, you will be taught how to annoy heretics. You
will also be required to resolve Zen-like riddles, such as: If Jesus was
Jewish, then why did he have a Puerto Rican name?
Once you become adept at leaning on backsliders, you will qualify for
a calling. Maybe you will be a Chaosopher (who delivers commentaries on
chaos) or perhaps, instead, a Chaoist (who goes around stirring up chaos) or,
perchance, a Knower (who knows better than to do either one).
But under no circumstances may you become a Prophet. We don’t
intend to jeopardize our nonprophet status.
What we lack in Prophets, however, we make up for in Saints. Only a
Pope may canonize a Saint, but every man, woman and child on this planet
is a genuine and authorized Pope (genuine and authorized by the House of
the Apostles of Eris). So you can ordain yourself - and anyone or anything
else - a Saint.
Times weren’t always so easy. When in 1968 I first declared myself a
Saint, Gregory Hill said, “That’s impossible,” insisting, “Only dead people
can be Saints,” adding, “and fictional characters,” guessing, “You are neither
one.”
But it happened that, although I was no longer a believer, I was still
on the membership roles of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.
So Greg was too late. Me and all the other Mormons were already Saints -
and some of us living ones - no matter what he said.
Nowadays only the Mormons have more Saints than the Discordian
Society. But we plan to catch up with them. Won't you please join our
Sainthood Drive? Moral perfection isn't necessary for Discordian Sainthood.
You just have to suffer a lot.
So many other privileges of membership in our religion come to mind
that I don't know where to begin. For instance, you don't have to get out of
bed early on Sunday morning to attend church. You can sleep in. How many
Christian denominations - for all their talk of brotherly love - are that
compassionate?
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