There Are No Conspiracies is the Biggest Conspiracy

Today Facebook told me I could buy a t-shirt from Danny Carey, the drummer for Tool. It features of a picture of “Asmodeus,” a devil, which Carey snapped on one of his visits to Rennes-le-Château. Carey is (allegedly) a student of the occult, numerology, mysticism, conspiracy theories, etc. Rennes-le-Château is a church were some 19th century priest priest went bonkers and now people flock there to unravel his secrets and find his buried treasure.

I looked up Rennes-le-Château on Wikipedia, which lead me to reading about Priory of Sion, which led me to read about ludibrium, which led to an article about Robert Anton Wilson. There’s a quote from him, which goes:

“Is”, “is.” “is”—the idiocy of the word haunts me. If it were abolished, human thought might begin to make sense. I don’t know what anything “is”; I only know how it seems to me at this moment.

I’m not sure how reading bones works, but I imagine it’s nothing more than a kind of Rorschach test. Seems to me that a link-walk through Wikipedia might be a ultra-modern equivalent. Last night I was talking to a friend and trying to describe the inadequacy of the word “is” in the sentence “despair is…” I’m no closer, but Danny Carey and Pierre Plantard and Robert Anton Wilson make for fun flatmates in this stupid half metaphor.

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