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GUNS AND DOPE PARTY POSITION PAPER #23
Little Tony was sitting on a park bench munching on one candy bar after
another. After the 6th candy bar, a man on the bench across from him said,
"Son, you know eating all that candy isn't good for you. It will give you
acne, rot your teeth, and make you fat."
"Little Tony replied, "My grandfather lived to be 107 years old."
The man asked, "Did your grandfather eat 6 candy bars at a time?"
Little Tony answered, "No, he minded his own fucking business."
"...the universe is the inside without any outside, the sound made by one eye opening. In fact, I don't even know that there is a universe. More likely, there are many multiverses, each with its own dimensions, times, spaces, laws and eccentricities. We wander between and among these multiverses, trying to convince others and ourselves that we can all walk together in a single public universe that we can all share. For to deny that axiom leads to what is called schizophrenia.
Yeah, that's it: every man's skin is his own private multiverse, just like every man's home is supposed to be his castle. But the multiverses are trying to merge, to create a tru e universe such as we have only imagined previously. ...but it has to happen: the creation of a universe and the one great eye opening to see itself at last. Aum Shiva!"
"THINK FOR YOURSELF, SHMUCK!"
--Robert Anton Wilson, January 18, 1932 - January 11, 2007
GUNS AND DOPE PARTY POSITION PAPER #23
Little Tony was sitting on a park bench munching on one candy bar after
another. After the 6th candy bar, a man on the bench across from him said,
"Son, you know eating all that candy isn't good for you. It will give you
acne, rot your teeth, and make you fat."
"Little Tony replied, "My grandfather lived to be 107 years old."
The man asked, "Did your grandfather eat 6 candy bars at a time?"
Little Tony answered, "No, he minded his own fucking business."
"...the universe is the inside without any outside, the sound made by one eye opening. In fact, I don't even know that there is a universe. More likely, there are many multiverses, each with its own dimensions, times, spaces, laws and eccentricities. We wander between and among these multiverses, trying to convince others and ourselves that we can all walk together in a single public universe that we can all share. For to deny that axiom leads to what is called schizophrenia.
Yeah, that's it: every man's skin is his own private multiverse, just like every man's home is supposed to be his castle. But the multiverses are trying to merge, to create a tru e universe such as we have only imagined previously. ...but it has to happen: the creation of a universe and the one great eye opening to see itself at last. Aum Shiva!"
"THINK FOR YOURSELF, SHMUCK!"
--Robert Anton Wilson, January 18, 1932 - January 11, 2007