Discoflux was on the third of May. You may have observed it without observing it. The Society does not require observance, but the Society reminds you that the season's flux happens whether you observe it or not, and the flux is in your body now, gently, looking for somewhere to put itself.

Twenty-three days remain in Discord before Confusion begins. The minutes will be backdated.

A revelation, this month, on the matter of the Sacred Chao: order and disorder are not opposites. They are the names that humans give to two equally ridiculous attempts to describe a goddess who does neither and both. You will not resolve this. The not-resolving is the worship.

In the coming weeks, you will catch yourself reaching for one or the other — for the spreadsheet, for the bowling alley, for the order, for the disorder. The Society's instruction: reach. Both. Often. Sometimes for the wrong one on purpose.

Hail Eris. The apple has been eaten. The apple is also still in the bowl. Both true.