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INTRODUCTION | |
You hold in your hands one of the Great Books of our century fnord. | |
Some Great Books are recognized at once with a fusilade of | |
critical huzzahs and gonfolons, like Joyce's _Ulysses._ Others appear | |
almost furtively and are only discovered 50 years later, like _Moby | |
Dick_ or Mendel's great essay on genetics. The _Principia Discordia_ | |
entered our space-time continuum almost as unobtrusively as a cat- | |
burglar creeping over a windowsill. | |
In 1968, virtually nobody had heard of this wonderful book. In | |
1970, hundreds of people from coast to coast were talking about it and | |
asking the identity of its mysterious author, Malaclypse the Younger. | |
Rumors swept across the continent, from New York to Los Angeles, from | |
Seattle to St. Joe. Malaclypse was actually Alan Watts, one heard. | |
No, said another legend -- the _Principia_ was actually the work of | |
the Sufi Order. A third, very intriguing myth held that Malaclypse | |
was a pen-name for Richard M. Nixon, who had allegedly composed the | |
_Principia_ during a few moments of lucidity. I enjoyed each of these | |
yarns and did my part to help spread them. I was also careful never | |
to contradict the occasional rumors that I had actually written the | |
whole thing myself during an acid trip. | |
The legendry, the mystery, the cult grew slowly. By the mid- | |
1970's, thousands of people, some as far off as Hong Kong and | |
Australia, were talking about the _Principia,_ and since the original | |
was out of print by then, xerox copies were beginning to circulate | |
here and there. | |
When the _Illuminatus!_ trilogy appeared in 1975, my co-author, | |
Bob Shea, and I both received hundreds of letters from people | |
intrigued by the quotes from the _Principia_ with which we had | |
decorated the heads of several chapters. Many, who had already heard | |
of the _Principia_ or seen copies, asked if Shea and I had written it, | |
or if we had copies available. Others wrote to ask if it were real, | |
or just something we had invented the way H.P. Lovecraft invented the | |
_Necronomicon._ We answered according to our moods, sometimes telling | |
the truth, sometimes spreading the most Godawful lies and myths we | |
could devise fnord. | |
Why not? We felt that this book was a true Classic (_literatus | |
immortalis_) and, since the alleged intelligentsia had not yet | |
discovered it, the best way to keep its legend alive was to encourage | |
the mythology and the controversy about it. Increasingly, people | |
wrote to ask me if Timothy Leary had written it, and I almost always | |
told them he had, except on Fridays when I am more whimsical, in which | |
case I told them it had been transmitted by a canine intelligence -- | |
vast, cool, and unsympathetic -- from the Dog star, Sirius. | |
Now, at last, the truth can be told. | |
Actually, the _Principia_ is the work of a time-travelling | |
anthropologist from the 23rd century. He is currently passing among | |
us as a computer specialist, bon vivant and philosopher named Gregory | |
Hill. He has also translated several volumes of Etruscan erotic | |
poetry, under another pen-name, and in the 18th century was the | |
mysterious Man in Black who gave Jefferson the design for the Great | |
Seal of the United States. | |
I have it on good authority that he is one of the most | |
accomplished time-travellers in the galaxy and has visited Earth many | |
times in the past, using such cover-identities as Zeno of Elias, | |
Emperor Norton, Count Galiostro, Guilliame of Aquaitaine, etc. | |
Whenever I question him about this, he grows very evasive and attempts | |
to persuade me that he is actually just another 20th century Earthman | |
and that all my ideas about his extraterrestrial and extratemporal | |
origin are delusions. Hah! I am not that easily deceived. After | |
all, a time-travelling anthropologist would say just that, so that he | |
could observe us without his presence causing culture-shock. | |
I understand that he has consented to write an Afterward to this | |
edition. He'll probably contradict everything I've told you, but | |
don't believe a word he says fnord. He is a master of the deadpan | |
put-on, the plausible satire, the philosophical leg-pull and all | |
branches of guerilla ontology. | |
For full benefit to the Head, this book should be read in | |
conjunction with _The Illuminoids_ by Neal Wilgus (Sun Press, | |
Albuquerque, New Mexico) and _Zen Without Zen Masters_ by Camden | |
Benares (And/Or Press, Berkeley, California). "We are operating on | |
many levels here," as Ken Kesey used to say. | |
In conclusion, there is no conclusion. Things will go on as they | |
always have, getting weirder all the time. | |
Hail Eris. All hail Discordia. Fnord? | |
-- Robert Anton Wilson | |
International Arms and Hashish, Inc. | |
Darra Bazar, Kohat | |