Coincidance - Principia Discordia
Coincidance - Principia Discordia
Coincidance - Principia Discordia
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COINCIDANCE 223<br />
part of any war in inches or feet or miles anywhere at any time for any cause.<br />
"Major Strasse from Sirius has been looking at you, kid."<br />
At Brandywine in 1777, Colonel Muadhen—or Colonel Moon, as he was<br />
then calling himself—was shot right off his horse by a Hessian bullet. He<br />
had only one thought as he fell: Bejesus, but my career as an officer has been a short one.<br />
He was quite convinced he was dying—a man hit by a bullet that knocks<br />
him off his horse doesn't have time to wonder where he was wounded. He<br />
simply assumes the matter is very serious.<br />
He never hit the ground. Instead, he made a sharp turn in mid-air, rose<br />
rapidly, and found himself looking down at the battlefield.<br />
Oh, good Christ, I'm on my way to heaven, he thought.<br />
A singing light approached rapidly, covered him in a glory of golden love,<br />
bathed him in motherly kindness. It was better than sexual orgasm: he felt<br />
himself literally bursting.<br />
He came apart into two stars.<br />
—Oh, you damned eejit, look what you went and got yourself into now,<br />
Seamus Muadhen said.<br />
—You aren't real, James Moon answered. I must be having a fever. I am a<br />
wounded man and you mustn't bedevil me. I think I was hit in the leg and<br />
the doctors may be after sawing it off on me.<br />
—This is no fever, and you are no James Moon. You are me, and I am you.<br />
—A name is only a name. There aren't really two of us in a news-reel clip<br />
on the screen just because I have two names. This is all a hallucination. I<br />
have been shot and this is a fever.<br />
—Then why are you answering me?<br />
James looked down. Men with a stretcher were carrying his body back to<br />
the field hospital. He could see blood gushing from his, or the body's, right leg.<br />
—Oh, be damned to it, there are three of us. You and me and the body<br />
down there on earth. This war has been a fair bugger for a year and now it<br />
has driven me mad entirely.<br />
—Never mind that. It is time you and I had an understanding. You have<br />
been keeping me in an underground jail of your mind too long.<br />
—And what kind of talk is that? In jail, is it? You are only a name, not a<br />
person.<br />
—I am a person as much as you are, James. More than you, bedad. I am<br />
the true man, and you are only the masque. The shadow of the man.<br />
—Talk sense, man. You sound like you've been drinking the poteen.<br />
—Every Irishman has two selves in inches or feet or miles, James. His true<br />
self and the masque he learns to wear in dealing with the conquerors, the<br />
sasanach. You have become the masque and lost the true self. Once we were<br />
all stars and we've been after making Punch and Judy puppets of ourselves.<br />
—And I would be a great fool to believe such madness. You have a few