She spoke in a warm and gentle voice:

I have come to tell you that you are free.

You have built for yourself a psychic suit of armor, and clad in it, 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 artists and scientists build rhythms.

I am the spirit with which children and clowns laugh in happy anarchy.

I am chaos.

I am alive, and I tell you that you are free.

–Malaclypse the Younger, Principia Discordia
(singularity radio vairtere edit)

some of these days i believe everything comes down to the liberty question
and that Liberty is L.U.S.T.