are delusions. Hah! I am not that easily deceived. After all, a time-travelling anthropologist would say just that, so that he could observe us without his presense causing cultureshock.

    I understand that he has consented to write an Afterword to this edition. He'll probably contradict everything I've told you, but don't believe a word he says fnord. He is a master of the deadpan put-on, the plausible satire, the philosophical leg-pull and all the branches of guerilla ontology.

    For full benefit to the Head, this book should be read in conjunction with The Illuminoids by Neal Wilgus (Sun Press, Albuquerque, NM) and Zen Without Zen Masters by Camden Benares (And/Or Press, Berkeley, California). "We are operating on many levels here", as Ken Kesey used to say.

    In conclusion, there is no conclusion. Things go on as they always have, getting weirder all the time.

    Hail Eris. All hail Discordia. Fnord?

      - Robert Anton Wilson,
        International Arms and Hashish Inc.
        Darra Bazar, Kohat