We did not fall because of a moral error; we fell because of an intellectual error: that of taking the phenomenal world as real. Therefore we are morally innocent. It is the Empire in its various disguised polyforms that tells us we have sinned.
Body of yin, soul of yang.
Isn’t it true,” Mr. Tagomi said, “that no man should be the instrument for another’s needs?” He leaned forward urgently. “Please give me your neutral Scandinavian opinion.
What did anything mean? he wondered. And how did a person tell? We can never be certain. Not until our dying day. And maybe not even then. All of us, he thought, are down here fumbling around, guessing and calculating. Doing the best we can.
10. Apollonius of Tyana, writing as Hermes Trismegistos, said, “That which is above is that which is below.” By this he meant to tell us that our universe is a hologram, but he lacked the term.
This bowl of milk, the pitch on yonder jar, are strange and far-bound travelers come from far.
That there is no perfect defense. There is no protection. Being alive means being exposed; it’s the nature of life to be hazardous – it’s the stuff of living.
I’ll dial what’s on my schedule for today.” Examining the schedule for January 3, 2021, he saw that a businesslike professional attitude was called for.
Hallelujah,” Rybys said. “What?” he.
Your certitude is in questionable taste,” Mr. Tagomi said. “It seems to press untowardly.
I’ve read the Cosmic Trigger and Robert Anton Wilson says.
Rivalry,” General Tedeki said. “One group played against another. By the Leader. So he is never challenged.
I almost passed the IQ test,” he said in a low, shaky voice.
The laser beam, aimed with skill, based on years of training, bifurcated Inspector Garland’s head. He slumped forward and, from his hand, his miniaturized laser beam rolled across the surface of his desk. The corpse teetered on its chair and then, like a sack of eggs, it slid to one side and crashed to the floor.
The pot was unusual in one way, however. In it slumbered God. He slumbered in the pot for a long time, for almost too long. There is a theory among some religions that God intervenes at the eleventh hour. Maybe that is so; I couldn’t say. In Horselover Fat’s case God waited until three minutes before twelve, and even then what he did was barely enough: barely enough and virtually too late.
Yaldaboath is a monster spawned by Sophia who fell from the Pleroma,” Fat said. “He imagines he’s the only god but he’s wrong. There’s something the matter with him; he can’t see. He creates our world but because he’s blind he botches the job. The real God sees down from far above and in his pity sets to work to save us. Fragments of light from the Pleroma are –.
It had been Fat’s delusion for years that he could help people.
Thank you, Tim Leary, Fat thought. You and your promotion of the joy of expanded consciousness through dope.
Seagulls croaked by overhead, sailing themselves like frisbees.
Frauds – the deceptions of madness – abound and mask themselves as their mirror opposite: pose as sanity. The masks, however, wear thin and the madness reveals itself. It is an ugly thing.