Description
You have built for yourselves psychic suits of armor, and clad in them, your vision is restricted, your movements are clumsy and painful, your skin is bruised, and your spirit is broiled in the sun.
I am chaos.
I am the substance from which your artists and scientists build rhythms. I am the spirit with which your children and clowns laugh in happy anarchy. I am chaos. I am alive, and I tell you that you are free.
Breathing destruction from their lips like flame
Dancing all night throughout the city
Like a hurricane
Turbulent with the waves of the surging war
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"Primal Seed of Turmoil" is part of the Remnant of Feminacy collection, which forges divine constructs from the metaphors and symbols of ancient goddesses.
This remnant of feminacy explores Eris, the ancient Greek goddess of strife, discord and rivalry. She is the daughter of Nyx and Erebus, both primordial deities and embodiments of darkness. Shrouded in shadows, this woman of anarchy plucks a golden apple from an abundant orchard.
After not being invited to the wedding of two heroes, Eris threw among the guests a golden apple picked from the Tree of the Hesperides. On the fruit, she inscribed "τῇ καλλίστῃ" (for the fairest, a.k.a., the most beautiful.) In the infinitely complex way of true chaos, this action led to the Trojan War and ultimately the foundation of Rome.
Discordianism is a religion or philosophy centred around Eris, also known as the Roman goddess Discordia. The written work of this paradigm, the Principia Discordia, references three core principles: the Aneristic Principle (order), the Eristic Principle (disorder) and the notion that both are mere illusions.
As per the Principia Discordia:
The Aneristic Principle is that of APPARENT ORDER; the Eristic Principle is that of APPARENT DISORDER. Both order and disorder are man-made concepts and are artificial divisions of PURE CHAOS, which is a level deeper than is the level of distinction making.
Blood and carnage drench the deity's naked form. In ancient texts, Eris is insatiable in her desire for bloodshed, and after all the other gods have withdrawn from the battlefield, she remains to rejoice over the havoc that has been made. She was said to be the companion of Ares, the Greek god of war.
The numerology surrounding this token, as in the minting date, time, and price, follows the Discordian Law of Fives.
The Law of Fives states simply that:
ALL THINGS HAPPEN IN FIVES, OR ARE DIVISIBLE BY OR ARE MULTIPLES OF FIVE, OR ARE SOMEHOW DIRECTLY OR INDIRECTLY APPROPRIATE TO 5.
This token was minted on 03/11/2022 at 5:37 p.m. MST
537 is a very Discordian number, 5 + 3 + 7 = 15, which is three fives. And 5 x 3 x 7 = 105, which is very fiveish. And the number contains a 5 (5), a 3 (5 - 2) and a 7 (5 + 2). And the Discordian year has 5 seasons of 73 days, which means the middle day of each of the 5 seasons is day 37.
The lesson that the Law of Fives teaches is "What the thinking mind thinks, the proving mind proves." (to quote Robert Anton Wilson). When you start looking for the number 5 in everything because you think it has some connection or mystical significance, then, with a bit of creativity, you can find "proof" of this connection everywhere. This is not necessarily because of any actual significance but because the human brain is built to find patterns in coincidences and order in chaos.
The nakedness of Eris alludes to the bare skin once naively enjoyed in the Garden of Eden. In the story of Genesis, Eve eats the forbidden fruit (an apple) from the Tree of Knowledge, ultimately causing the fall of mankind and banishment from the abundant garden. Colluthus, an ancient Greek poet, referred to Eris's golden apple as the "primal seed of turmoil" in the Rape of Helen.
"Thence Eris took the fruit that should be the harbinger of war, even the apple, and devised the scheme of signal woes. Whirling her arm she hurled into the banquet the primal seed of turmoil and disturbed the choir of goddesses."
Colluthus, Rape of Helen 38 ff (Greek poetry C5th to C6th A.D.)
"Breathing destruction from their lips like flame" Quintus Smyrnaeus, Fall of Troy 11. 7 ff
"Danced all night throughout the city, like a hurricane, turbulent with the waves of the surging war" Tryphiodorus, Sack of Ilium 560 ff (trans. Mair) (Greek poet C5th A.D.)