Dobbs Flight around the Day in 80 Worlds

Like the alchemical Phoenix, “Bob” combusts every instant, he is slain by Time itself, yet reborn with every puff. His smoke curls upward into the Sephirotic Tree, tracing the lightning path of wisdom—Kether to Malkuth, Slack to Slack, Fool to Fool.

Lo, “Bob” is numbered Zero, The Fool of the Tarot. He is the Idiot-Savant of the Cosmos, juggling credit, debt, and salvation. Yet he is also Aleph, the Magus. Yet he is more: he is the Pipe itself, the Clavis Universalis, the one tool by which reality is transmuted into Slack. The Pipe is the wand, the grail, the sword, and the coin; the four suits of Tarot in one. The Fool card is his passport; the Magician card, his warranty.

In the KaBobbalah of SubGenius, his face is the hidden eleventh sphere, the Sephira that never appears on the diagrams sold at occult bookstores, for it is too funny. The Rabbis whispered of Da’ath—the Abyssal Knowledge—but the true Gnosis is Bobnosis, a gnosis in which the answer to every riddle is “$30 and a subscription.”

 “He who puffeth upon the Pipe hath already crossed the Abyss,

for the smoke itself is the Bridge and the Ash the Stone.”

(CODEX SUBGENII ALCHEMICUM, Liber Dobbsii XXIII)

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