(parenthetically known as ‘When animals talk,
you best listen.’)
[Note: The White Mouse travels across the country by greyhound.
He periodically contacts the Cabal by random emails, weird messages scrawled on napkins,
or by showing up on Cabal members’ doorsteps in the middle of the night. He has been a sort
of zen-like wise figure for the Cabal. Nowadays he spends much of his time on Erisian
Liberation Front activities such as O.M. with several Animal groups.
There is some confusion as to who invented who between him and Irreverend Hugh, but don't
let that bother you. If you like the White Mouse's spewforth, there is more in the
Erisian Writings pages. See the
Erisiana page.]
The Purple Discourse
Why purple, you ask? Because purple is the color of Eros, which is really just a bad
(and strongly reinforced) typo for Eris, our beloved Lady of Creative Chaos and Laughter.
It is the color of origins. Purple is the color of the sky at its most heightened sense of
romance. Purple is the color of certain cows that shamans see when they’re doing whatever it
is they do when they hide out in the wilds. If red is the color of hot heterosexual desire,
and lavender is the color of hot homosexual desire, then purple is what you get when you mix
it all together in the same bowl…the color of ‘pan-amory’ which is the endless love for all
that lives. Purple is what you get when you mix the five buddha families and the five
goddesses together. Purple can be the color of that fifth sacred element, us. It is
all things in this world that help us to be fully alive. Purple is anything you want it
to be, except excuses, justifications, or rationals that support hatred. Purple is the
rejection of hatred. It is the refusal to be clamped into a system that would have you
endlessly treadmill your lives away till death, never having lived up to your being.
Purple is what happens when your anarchism becomes filled with laughter. Purple is the
color of the resistance that the dominators can not crush. It is the color of the spirit that
the consumerists can not dumb down. Purple is the color for those of us who don’t see red
because we refuse to throttle our rage at the supposed sanity of a system which is killing
off all life to provide privilege and comfort to a select few members of the homo sapiens
species. Purple is the color of magic that flows within us, around us, and through us.
It links us together whether you choose to see it or not. We are that magic. How does one
see that magic? The better question is “How can one not see it?” For it truly takes more
effort to suppress that vision than to support it. You are simply conditioned to suppress
it until it feels natural. Purple is the color of those of us who are de-conditioning that
process of suppression. We are opening up to the ebb and flow of the life within us all.
We are learning to reclaim the vision of magic. It is the affirmation of immanent value.
[nov.27.2002]
On the Stupidity of Nihilism
The fact that living breathing eating organisms such as certain homo sapiens can go around
espousing such brain malfunctorious crap as nihilism is truly astounding to members of other
species, such as mice. Nihilism is probably what that absinthe addict Voltaire meant when he
said one could contemplate the vastness of human stupidity if one wanted to know eternity.
But as some homo sapiens have taught, and most
of us other species know, the profundity of stupidity shows the depths of possible wisdom.
The mind’s basic nature is wise and radiant, even if we tend to clutter it up with mental
and spiritual collections and possessions. Nihilism is simply a pouting spoiled brat’s way
of relating to life. It occurs when people don’t get everything exactly the way they want
so they think that they can blackmail the universe by taking the position that nothing
matters; as if the universe has got time for petty blackmails. Nihilism is the ultimate
Grayfacery.
The usual nihilists are a bunch of overfed bodies with growth-starved spirits who
live in the wealthiest most powerful nation on the face of the planet. When no one takes
their whining seriously they slip into nihilistic Anerisms such as refusing to accept that
anything can be done to perk up themselves or the world around them. The fact that such
deluded souls are still breathing could clue them in to the awareness that they are alive,
always changing, and therefore able to do something positive like ADD MEANING to their
miserable perspectives. Let me state this just to be clear…The fact that you are
alive enough to think that life is meaningless proves just how stupid and delusional
nihilistic thinking really is.
[nov.27.2002]
[This is all for now, though Irreverend Hugh claims to have hundreds more pages of
the White Mouse's thoughts. We will post more when we get them, either to this page or
at the Erisian Writings page.]
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