More about the sky
And once I figured out that the sky was never just up there...that it had always been falling, that "sky" itself was a myth created by those wishing for the world to be other than it is...
I was better.
Or, maybe I was worse, but I felt better.
Or, maybe I just didn't mind all of the pieces of "sky" scattered around on the "ground."
Similar to when I figured out that it wasn't Jesus who screwed me over...I could look at Buddha and Jesus and Jupiter and I could appreciate them for who they are. Or at least for what they might offer me.
So, I'm trying that...for now.
I was better.
Or, maybe I was worse, but I felt better.
Or, maybe I just didn't mind all of the pieces of "sky" scattered around on the "ground."
Similar to when I figured out that it wasn't Jesus who screwed me over...I could look at Buddha and Jesus and Jupiter and I could appreciate them for who they are. Or at least for what they might offer me.
So, I'm trying that...for now.
posted by perrykat at
7:27 PM
1 Comments:
The torturous, unquenchable thirst for knowing an unknowable world, the need to imprint like ducklings onto a protective answer to the unanswerable "This Ends"; desire opens us to the disembodied Word, its release, we fall dangerously in love, jealous of our lover, of our creation, which created us.
The companionship a great tonic to life's loneliness.
The jealousy its own kind of prison.
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