Sunday, October 04, 2009
seeking hope in humanity's extinction or survival.
Having long pondered, He's got an action itch.
"Sit still. Hear," I command my captive Master.
"The unquenchable why of this living is mistaken;
this lethargy seared over agonized boredom.
We miss our eons lost family. Never wondered
who we were; we were part of the family.
"The land was nutritious candy,
not this tasteless mystery meat.
What makes you not an animal, O Lord?
What makes you not wild and dangerous?"
He rises Formidable with eyefuls of disdain,
says nothing. His eternal meditations
left Him traceless political love affairs
and no map home.
Long time no see! Yes, my bad indeed.
Love the voice. You evoke the tone of a Holyman rather well.
Pilgrim climbs the mountain searching out the Guru.
He is climbing with a burning question for the guru.
He finally reaches the graybeard in his cave, the burning question still on the climber's lips.
"Yes, my son. What is your question?"
"..er, how long can you go without masturbating?"
I think you are approaching nihilism here Benji. And perhaps the
the Erich Fromm idea that God should be put inside your own head.
Some believe this. Butin my own auguring, I think he remains outside my immediate box.
A smart non-believer said to me, rather tartly, "He moves in mysterious ways. The Bastard."
And so he does. And you can't put Him into your own cage.
MS: I hadn't really intended that juxtaposition, but I'm glad you found it interesting. I suppose it came from things I've been reading lately.
TWM: it's been a long time coming but I know a change is a gonna come.
TC: same to you.
MD: Thank you.
Toast: so it would appear. He is perhaps a little Absent Minded.
Ivan: no, not nihilistic. Life is full of purpose. It is not life that is meaningless to me, but this particular way of living we have misnamed civilization. Big difference.
If I am to believe God is responsible for this, He must be either evil or incompetent. It is that version of God, who has manifested our destiny, who I reject here, from my cage. Note that He is outside of it, pondering. I am but a part of His collection.
But really, that isn't the God I believe in. It is the God our culture worships.