Does the Sphinx have any Ethics?

This is an article to begin. In almost every religious tradition in history, regardless of geography - if a mystery was not a mystery catalogued in the catalog of the ships - then it was not permitted to you as a mystery. If you tried to exit the ship-catalog - that would mean utter damnation. You had no right to such knowledge, and a good person forbid themselves such knowledge. Failure to stay in the catalog was often persecuted - usually to death. These are pretty hard fast rules of human social taboos across a very vast geography, and across our history and our knowledge-base of archaeology that references such taboos.

In every time there have also been dissenters who were looking for a different catalog, a guy like me. In our contemporary world, there is a lot of dissenting going around - but to talk rationally about say - race or transgendered identity or death or terminal illness or human gristle or human demonism is still a heavily-persecuted activity.

In essence, I'm another guy in history saying, "I don't prefer your catalog of the ships. It seems a bit narrow to me." However, it does take a while to read in an unabridged translation of the Iliad. I recommend an overdose of ephedra for that one too. LOL!

According to Janis Joplin, "Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose." I'm terminally ill, I live on my state-reward check, and I have no children or career. Thankfully enough for you - this means that I'm willing to rationally discuss issues that might have me killed - simply because I am just that kind of guy.

I would prefer if you didn't come burn down my apartment with me in it - I do have to sleep occassionally - but - life soldiers on. This center of the universe is just trying to meet in the Athenaeum to gadfly some other centers of the universe. It all means a great deal to me - loathed and damned or not!

Let us turn a bend here. This is a great story. At one time I collected occult books, as I was too brain-dead to be embarrassed to arrive at the counter with a Big Al book in hand, or whateva. You get the picture. Well - it came time - some of this remains interesting, but by occult book collection. I threw all but one - this is my life of intuitions - into the dumpster. First off, I would have gotten 75 cents a book, and what would it have mattered. Second, they belonged in the dumpster.

However, sometimes I get a glint of the devil in my eye, and I'll tell you I think that devil can be good for something sometimes. I had this book by Peter Carrol called, "Liber Kaos." "Liber Null and Psychonaut," which is actually pretty interesting went into the dumpster. The book is not going back on the shelf, but Carrol's art and the ideation were interesting. Simple enough. Liber Kaos had a little here and there of interesting ideation, but apparently Carrol was off of his own bookshelf when he wrote that one.

So what was the glint in my eye? Alright. So the book had a frontispiece of Carrol's art. The art was one of the most brutally pornographic images I have ever seen. It was a transgendered piece that revised some rather normally-sacred or at least "I'm nominally Christian, you're crazy," types of materials in a way that defies the mind. I'm laughing recalling as much of the image as I do. It was a whopper! When I opened Liber Kaos and saw the frontispiece my mind revelled in, "Whoa Mama! That ship was never invented before I saw it today! You don't do that!" Great material.

So I sold it back to the local book reseller for 75 cents. I go into that reseller when I get the chance just to browse for a cheapie-book I might look through at home, and so I walk past the "Metaphysics," section (AKA the "Mostly New Age and Conspiracy Theory, other than the books that defile anything sacred" - section of the book reseller.) Sitting at the end of the shelf - on display - is Liber Kaos for 5.98 USD. I figured they would just trash the thing. So I'm thinking - if they were wise they cut that frontispiece out. Open the cover, there is the majesty of transgendered defilement that was originally in the book.

My instant thought was - "Please after I've looked - let some frigid old woman open to that frontispiece." Oh please! Giggling with glee, I exited the book reseller, and the next time I went back, the reseller was still open and it was still standing, and the book was no longer there. Ah, life's devilishly wonderful moments!

Next - I know the "frigid old woman,"-comment might cross an invisble boundary line of political correctness. Some of you have lived sheltered lives, and good for you, but the piece would not have succeeded without that final offense. It is really - fine - you have a right to be offended by such material.

Still, between the way that piece gender-bended standard religion and the idiocy of that bookseller - where is mob-psychology today - call out the torches! Ah, what a gas. I probably should have thrown it in the dumpster. The 75 cents bought a can of soda at the psychiatric center's pop machine too! I saved it for a special place and time.

Alright, well, as it turns out, I have to go discuss medication management and maybe some other issues at the psych center this morning, and any minute now Daddy-o is going to show up and we're going to hit the Timmy Horton's and I have to be good. I'm thinking maybe just a bagel, as the breakfast sandwiches often create an upset stomach. Still, some good 'Nadian-style coffee, I'm on the right-side of bed this morning - and apparently the wrong side of perdition - LOL! - and so I may start an article and make a draft, and if I don't pass out all day, see you 'round 10 maybe. I dunnoe.