And thus Eris spoke to Omar Ravenhurst and Malaclypse the Younger:
I have come to tell you that you are free. Many ages ago, My consciousness left man, that he might develop himself. I return to find this development approaching completion, but hindered by fear and by misunderstanding.
You have built for yourselves psychic suits of armor, and clad in them, your vision is restricted, your movements are clumsy and painful, your skin is bruised, and your spirit is broiled in the sun.
I am chaos. I am the substance from which your artists and scientists build rhythms. I am the spirit with which your children and clowns laugh in happy anarchy. I am chaos. I am alive, and I tell you that you are free.
And with those words, Omar and Mal each appointed the other to be high priest of his own madness.
[Adapted from the Principia Discordia.
87. If the thought of something makes me giggle for longer than 15 seconds, I am to assume that I am not allowed to do it.