Friday September 25th, 2009
Variation on a theme from the Principia Discordia
(Enlightenment of a Counterculture Caster)
"A serious young man found the conflicts of international and inter-denominational casting organisations deeply confusing. He went to many people seeking a way of resolving, within himself, the discords that disturbed him, but he remained troubled.
One late night in a dingy suburban high street casting parlour, a fully-ordained Zen Casting Master took pity and said to him, "Go to the dilapidated mansion you will find at this address which I have written down for you. Do not speak to those who live there; you must remain silent until the moon rises tomorrow night. Go to the large room on the right of the main hallway, sit in the lotus position on top of the rubble in the northeast corner, face the corner and mime cast obscure presentation techniques."
He did just as the Zen Casting Master instructed. But, his mime casting was frequently interrupted by worries. He worried whether or not the rest of the plumbing fixtures would fall from the second floor bathroom to join the pipes and other trash he was sitting on. He worried how he would know when the moon rose on the next night. He worried about what the people who walked through the room said about him.
His worrying and mime casting were disturbed when, as if in a test of his faith, ordure fell from the second floor onto him. At that time two people walked into the room.
The first asked the second who the young man sitting there was.
The second replied "Some say he is a casting holy man .......Others say he is a shithead."
Hearing this, the young man was enlightened."