All Hail Discordia!

The Illuminatus! Trilogy by Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson. I started reading this supremely weird book about a year ago, but just couldn't get into it. I've picked it up again, determined to finish it this time around and within pages of where I left off found an oddly Buddhist section.

All affirmations are true in some sense, false in some sense, meaningless in some sense, true and false in some sense, true and meaningless in some sense, false and meaningless in some sense and true and false and meaningless in some sense. Do you follow me? ... The life history which most of us carry around in our skulls is more our own creation ... than it is an accurate recording of realities. As Malignowski concludes, 'Reality is retroactive, retrospective and illusory.' Under these circumstances, things not personally experienced but recounted by others are even more likely to be distorted, and after a tale passes through five tellers it is virtually 100 percent pure myth... Only Marxists still believe in an objective history. Marxists and a few disciples of Ayn Rand.

This book takes every conspiracy theory ever imagined, lots of myth and legend, sprinkles in liberal amounts of sex and drugs and then bakes it at 450 degrees for 20,000 years in an oven in Atlantis. I'm hoping there's a point to it in here somewhere, but I think looking for the point may be missing the point, the book is about chaos more than anything and not by describing chaos, which it does, but by being chaos itself.

So, I was surprised by the above quote. It's remarkably insightful and lucid compared to the rest of the book. It's a fair description of Śūnyatā or emptiness.