During lunch, someone mentioned that I don't like living in reality. I don't know why this individual thinks that I don't live in reality. Perhaps it's because I enjoy pretending to be a vampire in Live Action Role Playing Games, or an elf in D&D. Perhaps, it's because I dress in tights and a houpalande, and fence in the Society for Creative Anachronism. Maybe it's based on the books I read or the position I take in politics. Maybe it's because I espouse a non-Christian belief, or because I've been known to use psychedelic herbs in my spiritual quests. Maybe its because I do my best to keep up the chaos side of the Sacred Chao.

Or maybe it's because he and most people I see in daily life, don't know what reality is! They tie reality with order, with civilized society, with gas, electric, water and the latest lawyer/cop/doctor drama on television. Perhaps it's because they believe that reality is the 5:00 rush hour. The average... The Mundane...

They are wrong. It is they who don't want to live in reality. Reality is not ordered, it's not planned and there are no pre-arranged funeral services. Reality is all about random chance and chaos. I can prove it. Spend a week in the Rocky Mountains and then they can tell me about civilization being reality. Spend a month trekking across India or Africa, they'll find that reality has little to do with order. Look at life in the ocean, jungle, or anywhere else that Greyfaces haven't imposed their Order and Civilization as a façade of reality. Chaos reigns supreme.

I am not upset with those who think that I evade reality. I pity them. They have been completely fooled; they're imprisoned by politically correct homeowners associations. They're trapped in a 5:00 rush hour of the soul, from which I fervently hope they someday will find a way to escape.

Until then I will continue to invoke chaos, like every other individual who has seen the true face of reality. We know that Cthulhu sleeps in R'lyeh and that Eris is laughing at the frustrations of those who feel that the control of their life is slipping away, not realizing they never had control to begin with. We know that experiencing life is different than living life. And that life has little to do with the cubicle dwelling, suit-wearing, 9 to 5 working, greyfaced saps.