Once upon a time, there were Greeks. They had imaginary Gods, and one of these Gods was a Goddess called Eris.
This seeming sexual dichotomy suited her fine, for s/he was a Goddess of Discord, and was not a Goddess of Discord, being imaginary. Similarly she was (not) a Goddess of Strife.
If your head hurts already, you should go and acquire the Illuminatus! trilogy, and a big packet of Aspirin. After reading it (the book, not the packet) and eating it (the book, not the packet), this all will make (non)sense. If nothing else, you’ll learn to appreciate the feeling.
No, realli! Illuminatus! is the strangest book I’ve ever read (though I haven’t read nearly enough strange books), and the most wonderful. It is a horror of eight hundred pages with a very faint and illegible plot, and a million conflicting asides and subplots. It throws every conceivable conspiracy theory and world-explanation at you, and never tells which of them, if any, makes any sense, either in there (the packet) or out here (the world). It makes you appreciate (in/out)sanity and makes you look at the world (the world) in a very different way.
I apologize. I am incapable of writing straightly about Illuminatus!; it’s so good that I cannot resist gaily romping along. If I tried to talk of Monty Python (I won’t), I would end up throwing in obscure references that only a fan — nudge nudge — could understand. Similarly, when I start thinking of that trilogy, or its madly brilliant and brilliantly mad (s/gl)adly departed coauthor and arch-agnostic Robert Anton Wilson, I get this urge to contort things merely to contort things for the sake of mindbending. And, as I already said, that is a sign of something that has touched me deeply: not being able to consider it without it looking at me, and out of my eyes.
Even I am starting to lose the idea of what is deep and what silly in t/his post, so I’ll eat a goats’ haunch now.
Ah, Eris. Really the imaginary divinity for the trilogy. An elaborate joke disguised as a religion disguised as a religion disguised as a joke disguised as a religion — you get the idea. Most religions only take the first disguise. Remember, King Kong died for your sins!
That is my problem — I end up trying to ape (being one) the wonderful book/s, and not being able (but an ape), I only confuse myself, and your readerself. If you have read Illuminatus!, you know why I write like this, and if you haven’t, you neophobe, you may think of this as a momentary neurotic episode of yours.
And what is a plague mask? A little something worn by doctors during the plagues of the Dark Ages — a terrifying birdlike headcover with a curving beak stuffed full of foul-smelling herbs. Its medical benefits were dubious to say the best, but it kept the children quiet.
To not end this reader-fodder piece of (land)mine in such a sweet and sour note, here is a quote and a definition.
“I don’t stand on the shoulders of giants. I’m running around at their feet, dodging house-sized chunks of flying feces!” (ibid)
What is a “core dump”? Merely what a programmer does after seven hours of nonstop programming and snacking.