*image by Ben Harubin

There was a group of people who lived in the woods near a certain village,
and all of the townsfolk came to believe that the forest dwellers were involved
in some type of unusual, directed activity. And the townspeople always fretted over the
fact that the activity had no name, and they pestered the elder member of the woods-group
until he promised to give his enterprise a proper name. And sure enough, a large sign
was hung over the main path into the woods; the activity had its name.

And the sign read, "Jump In The Ditch And Bang On The Floor."
You know, you don't hear much about that Group anymore...

I once met a man whose name was Uddlemyer Rumpwart, and he looked so unhappy
I asked him why he didn't change his name and he said, "Why don't you go to hell."
And you know, it all fits, and makes a lot of sense: it all, by god, by god,
makes a lot of sense.

There was once a Group which reputedly had strange secret rites.
They periodically presented public programs which contained certain visible rituals,
but even then, the public was not allowed to participate. The head of the Group
told me that he couldn't allow the unprepared to engage in the rites least they fall
through the other side of the mirror.

To see, to see Life not simply as some blind, unthinking machine,
but as a delightful, infinitely full and complex living structure that
the Few can study and enjoy from a multitude of pleasant viewpoints.
The Endless Lesson, The Infinite Experience.