"So, you see," Simon was explaining
when the restaurant was beginning to close, "the whole key to liberation
is magic. Anarchism remains tied to politics, and remains a form of death
like all other politics, until it breaks free from the defined 'reality'
of capitalist society and creates its own reality. A pig for President.
Acid in the water supply. Fucking in the streets. Making the totally impossible
become the eternally possible. Reality is thermoplastic, not thermosetting,
you know: I mean you can reprogram it much more than people realize. The
hex hoax - original sin, logical positivism, those restriction and constriction
myths - all that's based on a thermosetting reality. Christ, man, there
are limits, of course - nobody is nutty enough to deny that - but
the limits are nowhere near as rigid as we've been taught to believe. It's
much closer to the truth to say there no practical limits at all and reality
is whatever people decide to make it. But we've been on one restriction
kick after another for a couple of thousand years now, the world's longest
head-trip, and it takes real negative entropy to shake up the foundations.
This isn't shit; I've got a degree in mathematics, man. [...] It's all
true. The land belongs to the landlords, right now, because of magic. People
worship the deeds in the government offices, and they won't dare move onto
a square of ground if one of the deeds says somebody else owns it. It's
a head-trip, a kind of magic, and you need the opposite magic to lift the
curse. [...] Tim Leary said it: 'People have to go out of their minds before
they can come to their senses." They can't feel and touch and smell the
real earth, man, as long as the machines in their cortex tell them it belongs
to someone else.
- ur "The Illuminatus trilogy" av Robert Anton Wilson & Robert Shea