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The sleep inducement surrounding Michael Jackson's death unmasked him as Osiris, the dying and resurrected god. MJ wasn't addicted to plastic surgery per se but rather to being "put under" and rising again with a new face. As Carl Jung explained, "the dying and resurgent god ... expresses a transformation of attitude by means of which a new potential, a new manifestation of life ... is created." MJ's sequence of reincarnation was y=sin(x^2), with each vacillation of increasing frequency, to the point that he died nightly. By the physical incarnation we came to know, MJ's spirit was too refined to operate within the mundane, just as a distilled spirit is so volatile as to hazard combustion. The jokes about MJ's nose falling off were unwitting retellings of the Osiris myth; this time, the general public embodied Isis, putting the pieces back together while singing the magical incantation: "Ma ma say, ma ma sah, ma ma koo sah."
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"We have found a strange foot-print on the shores of the unknown. We have devised profound theories, one after another, to account for its origin. At last, we have succeeded in reconstructing the creature that made the foot-print. And Lo! It is our own." —Arthur Eddington, qtd. in Cosmic Trigger, Vol. 1 by Robert Anton Wilson
Footprints in the Portmeirion estuary. Photo dedicated to Gordon Meyer, author of Las Vegas: Underfoot.
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You've heard the cliché, "There's no 'I' in 'team.'" Similarly, there's no "us" in " narcissism." Speaking of contractions, there's no "big O" in "nymphomania."
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"Ah, the spoon, the perfect
spoon! In its mystic bowl all men
are one, and so are all women.
Champagne and shoulders, poetry and long scarves, loftiness, altruism, souls,
hard work, conscience, sacrifice, all fuse into perfect oneness in the
spoon. All Whitman’s Songs of
Himself and Other People lie in the hollow of a spoon. If you seek the Infinite and the
Nirvana, look not to death nor the after-life, nor yet to pure abstraction: but
into the hollow spoon.” — D. H. Lawrence, Mr Noon
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