This is the Sacred Chao, Holy Symbol of Erisianism (as opposed to the Holy Symbol of Eris Herself, which is the Five-Fingered Hand of Eris.) It was devised by the Apostle Hung Mung, and represents the constant counterpushpull of the Hodge (the Aneristic Principle, which is sometimes called "order," at least when small children are about) and the Podge (the Eristic Principle, which is sometimes called "disorder" or chaos) which together make up the Universe of Stuff. The Golden Apple, symbol of the Podge, is related to an old myth about the Goddess. The Pentagon, which represents the Hodge, is just sort of a general demonstration of the Law of Fives, Geometry, and how Greyface makes his presence known even in the face of what looks like Primal Chaos Itself Incarnate, namely the United States Military Establishment.
Like the Oriental "Yin - Yang" symbol, of which all Cool Persons are aware, the Sacred Chao represents the idea that opposites are equal. However, the Discordian spin (try spinning it... it's pretty cool) is that no two equals are exactly the same. In this case, the Aneristic Principle is larger than the Eristic Principle, although they're both the same. This gets complicated, at least if you're used to thinking rationally, so follow along:
Since Aneris is bigger than Eris, the Universe seems to be orderly at first glance. However, anything past that first glance will tell you that if this Universe is supposed to be orderly, somebody needs to call Technical Support and I mean now.
While enlightened Discordians know that Order and Chaos are the same thing, our society (due to the Curse of Greyface) encourages Order at the expense of Disorder. This is bad. Enforcing Order simply causes more Disorder to manifest somewhere else. Look at the Former Soviet Union. A more orderly society in principle the world has never known. A more disorderly society in practice is hard to imagine. It used to take three hours just to go out for lunch. You had to wait in line for hours to buy shoes that most people would wait in line to get rid of. All that Disorder being denied at the Big Important Level simply fell on the heads of the people at the Little Unimportant Level. Eris isn't cruel, but She will have Her say, and trying to deny Her is like trying to swat a fly on the end of your own nose.
Because of this, many Erisians actively foment Chaos, to balance the scales and prevent catastrophic manifestations of Disorder. While we like a good party as much as the next person (which is why we never, ever stand next to Oral Roberts) Eris can get a little overplayful when She's really feeling creative. (E.G. Her-icanes, Tornadoes, and Presidential elections.) We love Confusion: we are a little less enthusiastic about cows falling on our heads or Pat Buchanan running for office. Think of Erisians as the Safety Valve on the Boiler of Society. Yes, that whistling can be annoying, at least if you're not the one who gets to pull the cord, but wire the valve shut and you'll soon be contemplating the Balance of the Universe whilst flying through the air on top of what's left of a steam engine.
Ouch.
Return to the Home Page - Contact the Temple of Eris - View/Sign Guestbook
Ever wish more people would come up to you and say, "What the heck is that on your t-shirt/sweatshirt/mug/mousepad?" Ever wonder what was really in the Principia/Illuminatus! books? And ever wonder how "/" is actually pronounced? Then visit our online store! Books and other neat stuff galore!
|
This Page was written by St. Marc in Adobe GoLive 5.0. It was first put online on Sweetmorn, the Ninth of Aftermath, 3166 (for those of you on Region of Thud time, that's Saturday, October 28, 2000.) It was last modified on Sweetmorn, the Third of Discord, 3167 (likewise, that's Saturday, March 17, 2001.) All Original Content including graphics is (C) 2000, 2001 Eris. If you can get Her permission, you can copy whatever you want. Consult your pineal gland for licensing information.