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Anarchy Inc. ... somewhat proudly presents ...
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(.... Daredevil, Ruby Tuesday, Modem User, Surf Rat, Dark Shadow ....)
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(.... Senator Bunker, Havoc T. Chaos, Moon Roach, Lord Omega ....)
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(.... The Misfit, Eric C. Thompson, and Alexander of Atlantis ....)
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One of our somewhat more lugubrious and effervescent philosophical ideologues
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concerning one of the superior levels of the metaphysic...
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W H Y R E A L I T Y I S N ' T
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An exploration, an explanation, and an exultation into one of the fascinating
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fields of one of the most important topics in our merely mortal selves...
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Written by, and carefully thought out for at least 2 1/2 minutes by this
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Senator Bunker, a distinguished Congressman from the State of California, The
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United States of America, Western Hemisphere, The Planet Earth.
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.. Now that all that crap is done with (and done with quite well, I might
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add) it is time to get down to business ...
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Reality. A figment of your and my imagination. True? Maybe. If you have
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ever just sat back, and watched all those people go all different directions all
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in a hurry to do something that needn't really be done, good for you! Under-
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standing of that vital concept, the concept of unmattering oprendidities, of
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chickens with their heads cut off, doing their own thing, and none of it
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mattering, is a first step in discovering why reality really is not, and you are
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part of your own id [a little Freud, pardon the interruption.]. If you have not
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done this, do it now. Proceed to the most local of the many intersections of
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superhighways in this area, and observe the lemmings. See them scurry about?
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That is exactly what you want to avoid. Lemmingism. It is something this world
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can do without.
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But we digress. We were discussing reality. Now all those people, all doing
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different things in the pursuit of nothing is very real for each one of them.
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It is not, however, real for us. They all have jobs, and we are unemployed.
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That's why you're reading this right now. Get a job! No, no! What am I
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saying? If you've got a job, and have to leave your home sometimes to get
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there, quit! Dispose of your job along with that tomato pizza (huh?) you ate
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last night. Sent it right to that porcelain worship vessle (a toilet, or more
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politely, a loo, or latrine, what-not). You are free! No job! Whoopeeee!
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It's OK to have a job, if you don't have to leave your home. Why bother to
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abandon your abode? Of course, It's all right to leave to party, but that's a
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different kettle of fish. Lord Omega is sure to have one soon enough, perhaps a
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four- of five- kegger. Go there, have a good time, but don't get a job. You
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will just be another of those lemmings, and that's no good, right?
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Back to reality. Or lack thereof. That's what this piece of mellow mush is,
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isn't it? Yes. Now I remember. Each person lives in his own little reality,
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and sometimes (even most often) he is totally unaware of those realities all
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about him. People claim their own piece of land, in their car, and if anyone
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tries to butt in, or get in the way, Oh boy, they go boom! That's -my- car, and
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you're not welcome. This is -my- reality, so stay out. That's it. [Pardon the
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interruption, I've just experienced an epiphone, the light bulb reflex, so much
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popularized by cartoons of our day. A light bulb, in a puff, suddenly appears
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over the head of the individual, and the studio audience is made aware through
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visual, rather than mental means. Quite unfortunate, really. Pity].
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What's real for you is -=-not-=- real for another person. For instance, most
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people don't have modems. Perhaps since you have a modem telecommunications has
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become a large portion of your life. This is bad. Real bad. A little tele-
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com is good, but only so much. Too much and you turn into a gumby. You know
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them. They're all around you. Maybe I should write "Life of a Modem Gumby".
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No, I'll let Harrision do that. He's good at that sort of thing. Better yet,
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just forget the whole thing.
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Well now, am I boring you? Good. Y'all need some sense driven into you.
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Some of you, anyway. What's real for you is -=-not-=- real for another person.
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Hmm. Pretty strong words. Indeed. In fact, the converse as true as well. It
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works both ways. What's real for another person is not real for you. And I can
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prove it. Almost. A large portion of the world populus lives in a dream world.
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You know some of these people. So do I. Maybe you're one of them. If you are,
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you don't know it yet. Those people live their lives as if they were a dream,
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and everything they dream is real to them. And they will never know that it
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isn't. Reality isn't. Theirs isn't, at least.
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And neither is yours. How do you know for a fact that you are not dreaming
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you are reading this T-file? You don't. Nobody does. Nobody ever will.
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Nobody ever can know. Because reality isn't. There are just too many realities
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for them all to be true, and if you think one is, how will you know you've chose
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the correct one?
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You think I just went off the deep end. That's a natural response, after just
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having all you fundamental beliefs and ideals questioned. If you don't think I
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just went off the deep end, good for you! You're real! At least to some small
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extent. For the rest of you, I suggest you seek counseling. If there are no
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counselors in your specific reality, sit crosslegged on a large mountain top and
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repeat the words "Maharishi est spiritum" a few times, and meditate to yourself
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for an extended temporal period. When you feel you have accomplished your
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self-inspired nirvana of the sages, hip-hoppity down the mountain to the candy
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store and buy yourself a lollipop. Seriously. Do it now.
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Reality. It ain't. 'Twill never be. Can never be. 'Cause if it is, I'm in
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a lot of trouble. Especially if there's a diety. Not a modem deity, mind you,
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but a real, honest-to-god god. You see, gods don't like this sort of talk. No.
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I take that back. They love it. Besides, if you were a god, would you want all
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these people to worship you? No, of course not! You would walk amongst your
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own people (property of God, Inc.) and associate, socialize, whatever. That
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would be fun. Nobody could harm you, emotionally or physically, and if someone
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is annoying, >poof!<, he vanishes in a puff of illogic. You would have to be
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all-forgiving, but that's not hard, being a god. Being a god is fun. Try it
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sometime. But don't make too many people go >poof!<-- the real god might, just
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might, become a tad upset with your actions. But there is no god, so you've
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nothing to worry about. Happy.
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Now that's enough for today. This is the first in a series of files on topics
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to be further expounded upon by yours truly and others of the Anarchy people.
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Organized Anarchy. Now that's something. Gee Golly Geez Gumby Goo. -- end of
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