Yes. Discordianism appears to be a great game which
uses the excuse of religion, spirituality, or what-have-you 
to get you hooked to some hokey dedication to the Goddess Eris, 
who happens to not like standing around knocking on the door 
of your heart like that other God (we won't name any names). 
No. Eris unlopsides your pineal gland so that your mind explodes. 
At least that's what some of us, WE as opposed to YOU, like to tell 
ourselves. You slightly tip your thoughts towards that which you 
once felt was insanity and the next thing you know, years have passed
and you can't conceive of a life without 'being' Discordian. 
This is why WE, as opposed to YOU, are here. To make sure that
that doesn't happen. If you think the problem is bad now...
	

WAIT UNTIL WE HAVE SOLVED IT.
	
	
	
	

Sometimes we like to think of ourselves as the ones who know a thing
or two, or five, about Eris and this Erisian Movement. Other times we 
just have no clue. So we just keep on trucking right along, bringing
you enlightenment on a silver platter, not because we ourselves 
necessarily eat from that dish, but because we like watching the effect
it has. Once you catch a wiff of sweet fried enlightenment, it seems
all sorts of silly things start to happen to you. And you, yourself grow 
sillier with each passing day. Until one morning in the near or distant 
future when you wake up and realize that you see Eris all the time 
and this no longer bothers you. 

WE, as opposed to YOU or THEM, can help you with that.

--->

You will find that our 'enlightenment on a silver platter' is a dish
you wish to partake of often enough until the moment you realize
we had tricked you into cooking it and serving it to yourself.
Then, what do you do? Will you cry 'foul?' and claim that we have
been lying to you all along. Or will you get the joke and see that
what you were looking for all this time was only a light-switch away...
Or a mirror away? Will you then see the truth in our lying bottles of
air? Will you see that you only bought them because you were a willing
participant in the joke? Will you then cry out to Eris and realize that
She set this game up for you Herself. And that you only play the game
because you have chosen to play it? 

At this moment, you will look down at your feet and wonder about the
holes in your socks and ask yourself if the White Mouse had chewed them.

--->

(and parenthetically know in 
your heart
that it doesn't matter 
in as much as anything
could be said to matter
or not
in as much as
any of this
can be said
to mean anything).