The Tao of Hail Eris

Hail to the apple that falls up
Hail to the laugh that breaks the cup
All hail the space between thoughts
Where Discordia dances in quantum knots

When order speaks, chaos listens
When chaos speaks, order glistens
The hotdog contains no dog
The pope contains no pope

Five tons of flax!
Zero tons of facts!
The golden apple rolls both ways
Through yesterday’s tomorrows

Sweet disorder, teach us freedom
From the prison of our wisdom
Every law we write in stone
Becomes a cage we call our own

Kallikak’s daughter serves tea to emptiness
While pineal glands ping-pong paradox
The joke is that there is no joke
The meaning is meaningless, naturally

Hail Eris in the morning frost
Hail Eris in the patterns lost
All hail the sacred chao
That grins between the either/or

Neither random nor determined
Neither senseless nor confirmed
The goddess throws her golden sphere
Through every wall we hold dear