The manager, a drop-out named Miles, maybe sixteen with a Beatle haircut and a lapelless, cuffless, one-button mohair suit, carried her bags and sang to himself, possibly to her:
MILES'S SONG
Too fat to Frag,
That's what you tell me all the time, When you really trying' to put me down,
But I'm hip,
So close your big fat lip,
Yeah, baby, I may be too fat to frag,
But at least I ain't too slim to Swim.
“It’s lovely” said Oedipa, “but why do you sing with an English accent when you don’t talk that way?”
"It's this group I'm in," Miles explained, "the Paranoids.”
Seated before my TV set I watched and waited for another message. I, one of the members of the little Rhipidon Society which still, in my mind, existed. Like the satellite in miniature in the film Valis, the microform of it run over by the taxi as if it were an empty beer can in the gutter, the symbols of the divine show up in our world initially at the trash stratum. Or so I told myself. Kevin had expressed this thought. The divine intrudes where you least expect it.
“Use iAhuasca with care and with respect as to the transformations it can achieve, and you have an extraordinary research tool. Go banging about with a psychedelic drug for a Saturday night turn-on, and you can get into a really bad place, psychologically. Or you can get into a really good place.
Know why you're watching, decide just why you're listening, and you can have a rich experience. It isn’t addictive, and it certainly isn’t escapist, either, but it is an exceptionally valuable tool for understanding magic, and how it works.”
They say 50% of John Dee’s journals were burned in a stove before they were salvaged.
Rather miraculous. Or lucky. But if the rescue was not miraculous or just fortunate timing, odds are that 50% of John Dee’s writings were hidden, or taken, and not burned in the backyard stove.
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Whether the texts of John Dee are what survived or what was left behind, we know that they are incomplete.
PKD’s Exegesis has been edited in all published editions, it is incomplete.
The letter i in mathematics stands for an imaginary number. These incomplete journals of Dee and PKD have the wound of Amfortas.
This is where is where Dee and PKD meet in unison, their fundamental understanding of mathematics and the transformation of mathematics through the use of an imaginary number.
Oppenheimer + DSOTM + WYWH + A + TW (Side D>Side A>Side B)
“The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want He makes me down to lie Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by. With bright knives He releaseth my soul”