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To: long-gone who wrote (80816)	1/17/2002 12:16:24 AM
From: E. Charters	Respond to of 116758

the Irish, drunken bums that they are, actually, in their pure blissful alcoholic haze, rule the world, by a subtle form of metaphysical mind control. only those Irish that are insane enought to believe in metaphysical force at a distance could of course do this. Some do this and they don't even know it. Others figure it is possible but they are merely fey. Others do and know it and they are truly dangerous, though they hardly believe it. The Irish have been researching the true meaning of life by entering the mind in its most subliminal state, thereby the best to communicate with the deity. by ingesting orally certain mixtures of herbal substance let simmer in liquid, they are able to open gateways that reveal to the nascent sentient consciousness why creation was created. although it is possible to achieve understanding, since external signs of reason leaves the beholder of truth, it is apparently impossible to convey this during the period of enlightenment. perhaps human language is inadequate to convey the almighty etc etc.. but even if it were, it would be difficult to understand the oracle of truth when they were stinking drunk. This is how nature protects her great secrets. still, the Irish persist and you have to admire that. one day one will break through and bring back to man the ultimate secret reason, and deliver mankind from himself. i spoke to one such researcher. he told me of getting close to this goal. he had looked up at the stars. Betelgeuse was red, Alpha Centauri white and Sirius blue, and they all danced to a jig spinning madly around the southern cross. the sky rent deep across the milky way, while banshees shrieked songs of algebraic inequality. It sounded likely that he was very close. his companion, a Scot, allowed that while he was pissing on his head in the ditch he had heard the sirens of the paddy wagon and that was probably the cause of his perceptions. But no matter, mere external reality is a co-incidence and not the focus of the true searcher's quest. if reality were the touchstone of the source of all creation of itself, then everyone would have a handle on the basics of the Universe. don't disrespect the Irish, they are closer to god than mere mortals. any one follow the common herd, it takes a brave soul to risk disassociation of their protean being with the forces of the cosmos and sing about it.