----- ) )-0----)000(----0-( ( ( ----------------------- ) +-0-=0+ T + C + A + H + R +0=-0-+ ( ----------------------- ) ) )-0----)000(----0-( ( ----- "To aid in the incubation, breeding, and release of butterflies in Asia." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Vol. 02, Iss. 12 SofC File One ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Seems I'm always doing something to assuage my eternal boredom. I've done articles, philosophical ranting, psuedo-corporate sounding sarcasm; so what's next? What can I do so I can get back to my studies quickly? How about some writing ala stream of consciousness? So I'm going to enter my library, pick out three books at random, and then choose a random sentence from each. Perhaps I'll write something profound in twenty-five lines? Yeah, right. Let's just hope for something somewhat amusing. The Jaguar TCAHR CEO ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I. "The Nine Circles represent the Sephiroth with the exception of Kether, exactly those which are included in the symbol on the Tree of Life." -- Israel Regardie, "The Golden Dawn" II. "Next, compensate for dingy whites and dull darks." -- Laurie McCanna, "Creating Great Web Graphics" III. "It is no surprise, however, that many ranchers, farmers, and developers strongly oppose the idea of a Buffalo Commons." -- William P. Cunningham, "Understanding Our Environment" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I. "The Nine Circles represent the Sephiroth with the exception of Kether, exactly those which are included in the symbol on the Tree of Life." -- Israel Regardie, "The Golden Dawn" Now if I was still enraptured by the new-agey cult of stupidity that has tried to make itself seem more valid by ensnaring the sciences and their terminology I would say the Kabblah of Jewish Occultism is the original inspiration for the morphogenetic fields which the "intellectuals" of the raver scenes are so fond of paying lip service to. It's either that or the tired collective subconscious that Jung came up with. Now I think we humans have advanced to the point where even the most average dimbulb of us all can go ahead and put two and two together. I may be wrong, but let's just take that for granted. If I see a statue of a woman being worshipped and this statue is surrounded by fruits, plants, and whatnot. If the color red is predominate and the female form is voluptious with motifs of nature incorporated into it, I think the average human is quite capable of deducing that the statue is that of a fertility deity. Artifacts in India, England, Puerto Rico, Mexico, and the United States all have skulls and skeletions as symbols of death. Do we have give some overdone answer as why different cultures around the world share this symbol of death? Or would it make more sense to believe that the general knowledge that comes from knowing that to see one's skeletion that person usually has to be dead? No, that would be too simple an answer! We instead must invoke the metaphysical realm. Why else must fractals, chaotic math, and quantum theory be linked to the I Ching, Tarot, Kablah, Wicca and other nonsense? I am amazed that the logical answer is almost universally hated by some. Let's take one of my Halloween examples. As a goof, I was reading Tarot cards for people on Halloween. A group of teenagers came up to me asking for a reading. After it, they proclaimed II. "Next, compensate for dingy whites and dull darks." -- Laurie McCanna, "Creating Great Web Graphics" The silly greys were at it again. Now for some reason that the villagers could never figure out, some of the greys were found of calling themselves white while the other were found of calling themselves black. While it was true that some of the greys were a shade or two darker that some of the that considered themselves white, there were some grey that shades lighter than some "white" greys that were considered "black". Not only would there be fighting among the "whites" and "blacks", but there would be infighting between the two groups. The various shades of greys of the "black" camps would argue about what it really meant to be black as "whites" feared contamination of their camp from uncover blacks within their mists. The squabbles between them worked like an emotional virus infecting the previously uninvolved (and previously uninterested) villagers spreading anger and hatred within the usually peaceful village. Soon the troubles within the village were recounted by a passing merchant to a former knight living in a village twelve miles over. The knight dressed himself in the garb of a magician and travelled towards the village. Anyway, he reached the village and began to spread rumors of his ability to solve even the most difficult problems quickly and efficently. Of course, these rumors reached the greys whose two camps sent for the disguised knight's help. The knight sent word to the "blacks" and "whites" to assemble in the village hall. By the time the knight finished the greys were all one color: the red of the blood that stained their garments and bodies completely. The village, shocked at first, eventually forgot that day, the greys, the knight, everything. In time, the peaceful village even forgot why the village hall floor was stained a dark brownish-red. As you can see, peace III. "It is no surprise, however, that many ranchers, farmers, and developers strongly oppose the idea of a Buffalo Commons." -- William P. Cunningham, "Understanding Our Environment" I've had it with the Buffalo Commons. I couldn't make my way to the subway train with having some goddamn horned, shaggy buffalo get in my way. Today was no different as a herd of buffalo were sleeping right in front of the turnstile. My yells of "fuckin' buffalo" were met by sounds that I could of sworn were snickers if I believed buffalos were capable of laughter. I kicked at one particularly fat sons of a bitch until he slowly moved out of the way. I punched my farecard into the slot and ran down the stairs, just missing my train by seconds. I finally made it to work where my entrance was greeted by my supervisor. "Harris, clean out your desk!" I couldn't handle it anymore. I don't even remember grabbing the coffeepot and braining my former boss with it. Then I found myself here. The psychologist stroked his Freudian beard as I told my story. He then began to tell me the story of the buffalo which every school kid in the Commons knows. He told me about how the buffalo used to live all throughout this area. How humans began to kill them all off. How the buffalo were nearly wiped out and how now we and the buffalo live in perfect environmental harmony. I then told him "Fuck you and the fucking buffalo!" What the hell do I care about environmental harmony? Does my SUV show my concern for the environment? I don't need biodiversity in my food choices; just give me my corn, rice, and wheat and I'll be fine. Keep your blasted tofu to yourself. I care about as much for the buffalo, as I do for a ham sandwich! And quite frankly doctor...I'm beginning to wonder what one of those hairy bastards tastes like. The doctor shudder before he told me he was sending me to sensitivity classes. I was wheeled back to my room and chained to the bed. As I sat there, I marvelled at how our species worked ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Committee Against Human Rights -- http://maq.port5.com TCAHR Manifesto -- http://maq.port5.com/disman.html The Polymemetic Textfile Project -- http://maq.port5.com/polymemetic.txt ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- tcahr@hotmail.com Copyright 2002