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are delusions. Hah! I am not that easily
deceived. After all, a time-travelling anthropologist would say
just that, so that he could observe us without her presense causing
cultureshock.
I understand that she has
consented to write an Afterword to this edition. She'll probably
contradict everything I've told you, but don't believe a word she
says fnord. She is a master of the deadpan put-on, the plausible
satire, the philosophical leg-pull and all the branches of guerilla
ontology.
For full benefit to the Head, this
book should be read in conjunction with The Illuminoids by
Neal Wilgus (Sun Press, Albuquerque, NM) and Zen Without Zen
Masters by Camden Benares (And/Or Press, Berkeley,
California). "We are operating on many levels here", as Ken Kesey
used to say.
In conclusion, there is no
conclusion. Things go on as they always have, getting weirder all
the time.
Hail Eris. All hail Discordia.
Fnord?
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