realization

i realized something the other day, and though i had the opportunity to admit it today to mi madre, i did no such thing, for surely it would cause her much distress, and frankly, i need to brush up on Ye Holy Books before I make such claims. so it shall be done.

I figured out what "religion i am", which is to say, what faith it is that guides my life, which is to say, which bible ought to be quoted at my wedding, frinstance.

clearly, my life (or at the very least, the events of my life leading up to my present and by-the-grace-of-eris (which makes no sense, so let's rely on by-the-will-of me, which is far less capricious (but just capricious enough (otherwise i could hardly call myself a discordian (which i haven't yet, so ignore that (i'm getting a bit fnord ahead of myself here))))) everlasting relationship) have been guided by the law of fives, and that plus the fact that i just am leads me to believe that deep down in the bottom of my dusty shoes i'm a discordian.

i have felt strong tugs at my roots from my roots, lately, those roots being respectively my roots and the discordian philosophy. quoth malaclypse the younger and rev. omar khayyam ravenhurst:

The real reality is there, but everything you KNOW about "it" is in 
your mind and yours to do with as you like. Conceptualization is art,
and YOU ARE THE ARTIST.

by which i have lived my life these past five (count 'em, five!) years, culminating in what has culminated and fulminated from my conceptual art, i.e. supreme happiness and happy supremecy.

i fear that should these facts about me become excessively public some may misunderstand, although it is written:

If you think the PRINCIPIA is just a ha-ha, then go read it again.

PROOF (two selected horchatas of wisdom from the principia which are as damned-serious as you'll find in any judeo-xtian thumpingbook) :

Ye have locked yerselves up in cages of fear--and, behold, do ye now
complain that ye lack FREEDOM!

"common sense is what tells you that the world is flat."

QED.