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>>20428869
A fair opinion

>>20430283
Seconding this, particular anything that dicusses thier inspirations/links with other New Age movements such as Scientology

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>>15572380
This. Well done, rapture. Looking forward to more lists.

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Can someone help me analyze/decode the meaning of this text? The last thread pointed to the film the Matrix, and while I think that's a strong example, I'm actually most curious about the pranksters and the significance of the name Reinhardt, and what strange Ivy league ritual they're referring to with the blindfolding thing (I've heard the skull and bones society did similar things) Thanks.

“Its great clock hangs over him and empty acres of streets in what he now reads as dumb malignity. It connects to Ivy League quadrangles in his distant youth, clock-towers lit so dim the hour could never be read, and a temptation, never so strong though as now, to surrender to the darkening year, to embrace what he can of real terror to the hour without a name (unless it’s . . . no . . . NO . . .): it was vanity, vanity as his Puritan forerunners had known it, bones and heart alert to Nothing, Nothing underneath the college saxophones melding sweetly, white blazers lipsticked about the lapels, smoke from nervous Fatimas, Castile soap vaporizing off of shining hair, and mint kisses, and dewed carnations. It was being come for just before dawn by pranksters younger than he, dragged from bed, blindfolded, Hey Reinhardt, led out into the autumnal cold, shadows and leaves underfoot, and the moment then of doubt, the real possibility that they are something else—that none of it was real before this moment: only elaborate theatre to fool you. But now the screen has gone dark, and there is absolutely no more time left. The agents are here for you at last….
-Gravity's Rainbow

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>>10987650
>Is he a prophet of the logos? Or a seductive siren singing psychedelic sailors to a watery tomb of insanity and death?

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