The Discordian faith is this, that we sort of like one goddess in Eris. Confounding Greyface and dividing the Bavarian Illuminatus. For there is one person which is me, another which is you, and another which is somebody else. But the good head that gives Eris to her sons and the cunninglingus she gives to her daughters is all one great orgasm: the moaning coequal, the groaning coeternal. Such is the void is, such is the chaos, such is Eris and then some more. The void uncreated, the chaos uncreated but perceived, Eris uncreated but born without a navel and then some more. The void dreadful, the chaos incomprehensible, Eris incredibly esoteric, eristic and erotic and then some more. The void then, the chaos now, Eris eventually and then some more. There is not one universe, but many sexyverses. As there are unbound uncreated, infinite, incomprehensible, ever expanding sexyverses. So likewise the void is mightily empty, the chaos mightily surprising, Eris mightily mocking. And yet, there is nothing within the all-engulfing void, and yet, there is disorder within the ultimate chaos, and yet, there is love within Eris’ presence. So the void is filling, the chaos is guiding, Eris is teaching. Together they are not about order but about Discordia; apart they are not about disorder but about nothing.