From: akeeton@euclid.ucsd.edu (Allan Keeton)
Newsgroups: rec.music.phish
Subject: Phishtory.VI (A god is Born)
Date: 21 Jan 93 16:13:27 GMT
Organization: Mathematics @ UCSD


	. . . "2^3" he murmured, "23" said she. 
      		
	      - Icculus & Eris on the mountain - 


	Not all events follow a linear path towards a pre-determined
goal; some are forced to wander the backroads & bywaters of experience.
Perhaps, however, there is some hidden teleological thrust behind even
the most inadvertent of accidents. 
Maybe, 
those responsible for the weaving of destiny seek not perfection but rather 
wholeness.  
Like the ancient Persian rugweavers  it may be that they leave in a flaw.
 A wound - an
opening - through which the spirit can enter & leave at will.

	 Maybe so
				& maybe not. 

In any case; who are we to second guess existence, to say what is tragic & what is truly 

			miraculous?
	
	So it goes with our beloved  god of the mountain. Back in the time of 
the great 
change when the blind heel of evolutionary design planted itself in the
shallow tidepools off the Gamehenge coast it caught the tail of one
Phish by the name of Icculus. And whilst the rest of Phishdom was
experiencing a triumphant transformation into Lizardhood, poor Icculus
was getting crushed beyond recognition. 
	And while the Lizards were having their first schloopy experiences
with terra - firma (& terra - not - so - firma) 
Icculus was soothing his aching swollen feet in the surf.
	Ah yes, his feet; they were - ARE - how should we say this? His feet are significant  . . .  er, grandiose. They are large.

	Hu 
		Fucking
				Mungous!!!


			Huge & tender. 
	This, as you can imagine made
him the butt (or perhaps foot) of many a Lizard joke. That & the fact
that he wasn't exactly a lizard - no-one was quite sure what he was -
but it sure as hell wasn't Lizard & that was enough for them. So Icculus
left the Lizard villages & gently padded into the forest alone. 
	Over time the Lizards forgot completely about the podiatrical
one. Icculus' feet, however, forgot nothing. In fact Icculus discovered
something truly amazing about his feet. The pressure from being under
cosmic heels (only $29.99 at fine shoe shops . . .  they come in deep
space black & solar yellow . . . sizes 1 - 10^101010101010 ) had
softened the souls until they where unbelievably flexible. As he walked
or stood on the planet's thin but fertile crust, his feet could hear the
mumblings of all the past life on the planet in their decayings remains
on the planetary floor. Oh yes, & while most feet experience the
electromagnetic fistfight of like vs like that keeps the loose bag of
particles which are the planet & the body from incoveniently passing
through each other as mute; Icculus' feet were at a roadside inn
conversing with passing strangers about realms past & present. Gossiping
& communing with the hot spinning heart of the planet - the core.
	Most gloriously of all, Icculus' feet could still hear the
music!!! When he placed his foot-pads in a creek, river or THE SEA his world danced, cried & explored
with the most wonderful music unimaginable.
	In contrast, the Lizards having just developed top 40 were
succombing to the likes of Kenny G. 
		Most of them, that is  . . .
	 


			...Allan
			akeeton@euclid.ucsd.edu
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