To choose order over disorder, or disorder over order, is to accept a trip composed of both the creative and the destructive. But to choose the creative over the destructive is an all-creative trip composed of both order and disorder

I don’t know man, I didn’t do it.

And so it is that we do not exist until we do and then it is that we play with our world of existent things, and order and disorder them, and so it shall be that non-existence shall take us back from existence, and that nameless spirituality shall return to Void, like a tired child home from a very wild circus.

Tis an ill wind that blows no minds.

We are not engaged in a complicated joke disguised as a religion. We are engaged in a religion disguised as a complicated joke.