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Vol. 02, Iss. 12 SofC File One
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Seems I'm always doing something to assuage my eternal boredom. I've done
articles, philosophical ranting, psuedo-corporate sounding sarcasm; so what's
next? What can I do so I can get back to my studies quickly?
How about some writing ala stream of consciousness? So I'm going to enter my
library, pick out three books at random, and then choose a random sentence
from each. Perhaps I'll write something profound in twenty-five lines?
Yeah, right. Let's just hope for something somewhat amusing.
The Jaguar
TCAHR CEO
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I. "The Nine Circles represent the Sephiroth with the exception of
Kether, exactly those which are included in the symbol on the
Tree of Life."
-- Israel Regardie, "The Golden Dawn"
II. "Next, compensate for dingy whites and dull darks."
-- Laurie McCanna, "Creating Great Web Graphics"
III. "It is no surprise, however, that many ranchers, farmers, and
developers strongly oppose the idea of a Buffalo Commons."
-- William P. Cunningham, "Understanding Our Environment"
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I. "The Nine Circles represent the Sephiroth with the exception of Kether,
exactly those which are included in the symbol on the Tree of Life."
-- Israel Regardie, "The Golden Dawn"
Now if I was still enraptured by the new-agey cult of stupidity that has
tried to make itself seem more valid by ensnaring the sciences and their
terminology I would say the Kabblah of Jewish Occultism is the original
inspiration for the morphogenetic fields which the "intellectuals" of the
raver scenes are so fond of paying lip service to. It's either that or
the tired collective subconscious that Jung came up with. Now I think we
humans have advanced to the point where even the most average dimbulb of
us all can go ahead and put two and two together. I may be wrong, but
let's just take that for granted. If I see a statue of a woman being
worshipped and this statue is surrounded by fruits, plants, and whatnot.
If the color red is predominate and the female form is voluptious with
motifs of nature incorporated into it, I think the average human is quite
capable of deducing that the statue is that of a fertility deity.
Artifacts in India, England, Puerto Rico, Mexico, and the United States all
have skulls and skeletions as symbols of death. Do we have give some
overdone answer as why different cultures around the world share this
symbol of death? Or would it make more sense to believe that the general
knowledge that comes from knowing that to see one's skeletion that person
usually has to be dead? No, that would be too simple an answer! We
instead must invoke the metaphysical realm. Why else must fractals,
chaotic math, and quantum theory be linked to the I Ching, Tarot, Kablah,
Wicca and other nonsense? I am amazed that the logical answer is almost
universally hated by some. Let's take one of my Halloween examples. As
a goof, I was reading Tarot cards for people on Halloween. A group of
teenagers came up to me asking for a reading. After it, they proclaimed
II. "Next, compensate for dingy whites and dull darks."
-- Laurie McCanna, "Creating Great Web Graphics"
The silly greys were at it again. Now for some reason that the villagers
could never figure out, some of the greys were found of calling themselves
white while the other were found of calling themselves black. While it was
true that some of the greys were a shade or two darker that some of the
that considered themselves white, there were some grey that shades lighter
than some "white" greys that were considered "black". Not only would there
be fighting among the "whites" and "blacks", but there would be infighting
between the two groups. The various shades of greys of the "black" camps
would argue about what it really meant to be black as "whites" feared
contamination of their camp from uncover blacks within their mists. The
squabbles between them worked like an emotional virus infecting the
previously uninvolved (and previously uninterested) villagers spreading
anger and hatred within the usually peaceful village. Soon the troubles
within the village were recounted by a passing merchant to a former knight
living in a village twelve miles over. The knight dressed himself in the
garb of a magician and travelled towards the village. Anyway, he reached
the village and began to spread rumors of his ability to solve even the
most difficult problems quickly and efficently. Of course, these rumors
reached the greys whose two camps sent for the disguised knight's help.
The knight sent word to the "blacks" and "whites" to assemble in the
village hall. By the time the knight finished the greys were all one color:
the red of the blood that stained their garments and bodies completely.
The village, shocked at first, eventually forgot that day, the greys, the
knight, everything. In time, the peaceful village even forgot why the
village hall floor was stained a dark brownish-red. As you can see, peace
III. "It is no surprise, however, that many ranchers, farmers, and developers
strongly oppose the idea of a Buffalo Commons."
-- William P. Cunningham, "Understanding Our Environment"
I've had it with the Buffalo Commons. I couldn't make my way to the subway
train with having some goddamn horned, shaggy buffalo get in my way. Today
was no different as a herd of buffalo were sleeping right in front of the
turnstile. My yells of "fuckin' buffalo" were met by sounds that I could
of sworn were snickers if I believed buffalos were capable of laughter. I
kicked at one particularly fat sons of a bitch until he slowly moved out of
the way. I punched my farecard into the slot and ran down the stairs, just
missing my train by seconds. I finally made it to work where my entrance
was greeted by my supervisor. "Harris, clean out your desk!" I couldn't
handle it anymore. I don't even remember grabbing the coffeepot and
braining my former boss with it. Then I found myself here. The
psychologist stroked his Freudian beard as I told my story. He then began
to tell me the story of the buffalo which every school kid in the Commons
knows. He told me about how the buffalo used to live all throughout this
area. How humans began to kill them all off. How the buffalo were nearly
wiped out and how now we and the buffalo live in perfect environmental
harmony. I then told him "Fuck you and the fucking buffalo!" What the
hell do I care about environmental harmony? Does my SUV show my concern
for the environment? I don't need biodiversity in my food choices; just
give me my corn, rice, and wheat and I'll be fine. Keep your blasted tofu
to yourself. I care about as much for the buffalo, as I do for a ham
sandwich! And quite frankly doctor...I'm beginning to wonder what one of
those hairy bastards tastes like. The doctor shudder before he told me he
was sending me to sensitivity classes. I was wheeled back to my room and
chained to the bed. As I sat there, I marvelled at how our species worked
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