As a pseudo-fictive author of many anti-academic treatises, I was lucky enough to come into possession of Volumes 1-13 of The Oneiriad, a pan-universal exploration of selfhood which elaborates on some theories of multiversal travel I had considered in my youth, before forming Die Spezielle Bruderschaft der Ontologischen Zerstörung; it seems apt to write some evidence of its contents now for the SBOZ before its untimely demise at the hands of never having existed in the first place.
NB: this is a note added by Marc Gandweil’s psychiatrist at Logansport State Hospital. As of collating his notes for this latest publication to the substack known as The Periphery, Marc Gandweil has been removed from our care by his third wife. It seems almost prescient he has written about the entities known as The Wives, and we would like to reach out to Red Forest or ARECON for any advice, guidance, or intelligence as to why he may have been removed. This note was written by his amanuensis on request by Marc Gandweil.1
In a universe of infinite possibilities, it is as likely that a Boltzmann Brain would manifest in the korekore as would any other manner of Boltzmann artefacts: as lightning does not strike int he same place twice, so do we know that it almost certainly does2, and thus the likelihood of fifteen trillion planets identical to Earth floating around identical Sols combats our raison d’etre like a fruit bat swallowing a grapefruit whole!
Of these Boltzmann Artefacts, spontaneously emerging from the first frequencies of the known cosmos, are The Wives3: three entities of immeasurable omnipotence, they are perceived in the foremost as feminine visages, wreathed in white silk stuck to their being as if drenched underwater, or from nightmare sweat, able to project light-born shadows onto nearby surfaces, vertices, and geometries, representing the souls of those they have verbraucht: some recall these as victims, but in other texts (such as the [redacted]) they are witnessed as saved.
At some unknown instance after their Marriage, they rescinded direct influence on the cosmos, and entered hermitage at The Cragrock Harlequin, another of these probability-matrices where the rocks formed an exact checkerboard of red and black mineral, entirely by chance of how the asteroids collided. Here they played with their projections, held court to those who felt brave enough to visit them, and forgot about their Husbands.
Who did The Wives Marry? In this humble psychogeographers opinion, who gives a [redacted]. We know that The Zoas were present at The Marriage, presided over by Dag Gadol, but we are uncertain if they committed to The Wives seeing as the ratio is 4:3—we know The Jester officiated some of the ceremony, but he is not to be trusted, and the ratio is again 1:3. Within [redacted] we read of the guestlist for The Marriage at the Start of Time, but illicit no further verdad profunda, other than this is an event that happened, and may happen again.
May this tangata haere moemoea request the attentions of his bespeckled audience for a further theory, perhaps? In gestalt theory, all aspects of the dream come from within, and are thus also you. If one dreams of being chased by a banana in a shopping precinct (as I am oft plagued by4), one is both he being chased, the banana, and the environment: within an oneironautical voeux de mariage, one may presume, perhaps, that The Husbands and The Wives are each others aspects. One is both the wife, the husband, and the environment where the ceremony takes place: they are the guests, the officiator, the harlequin taking notes and [redacted] on the daisies.
Within The Oneiriad, one senses a relinquishing: The Wives relinquish their Husbands, who relinquish themselves of narratology. The Wives relinquish their powers for isolation, and seem happier for it. The Wives devour Angels in the same manner a second-hand bookstore devours romance-novel wielding students hoping for a meet-cute.
As with any question within these treatises (what is X), the answer is another question: in the marriage of heaven and hell, did they not become the same thing, each other’s dreaming?
This essay was kindly donated by the SBOZ, and was written by Ricard St. Jassœmein in a state of situationist prank, hallucination, and sigilisation. If one would like to join the SBOZ, please email the last surviving member at severe.sboz@gmail.com. Please remember, the SBOZ does not exist, and neither does its members.
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This is a note from Marc Gandweil’s psychiatrist. Mr. Gandweiul has not been removed from our care, and from what we can tell from our records, he has no wives or ex-wives. The above note was dictated by the patient, as a joke. ED—this is Marc, I am out! I’m free!
https://listverse.com/2018/06/02/10-people-who-have-been-struck-by-lightning-multiple-times/
Interestingly, even before their Marriage, they were known as such, either to one another or an embodied sense of esprit-jugeote
Per access to Marc Gandweil’s dream diaries, there is no entry of such a dream. However, the editor has copied this entry which seems to hold some significance to the essay at hand: “I am in a dimly lit room, and there is a formica table with a black telephone atop it. It rings, but I cannot hear it, but I know to answer the phone. A buddhist teaches me a recipe for [redacted] yoghurt, and I take this home with me. My wife is there, and is happy to see me. We eat dinner together. The sun is warm. I am happy. I wake up.”