Friday 31 January 2014

The Danger of Swimming

That activity they call "swimming" - some say it's fun, but I say it's nonsense. It's really just a dangerous activity that has been placed upon a pedestal by "the fun people." Just think about what I'm saying. Please, just think about it. My intention is not to bring anyone over to my side of thinking. If it weren't for your opposition, I wouldn't be writing this - and I like to write. Rather, my intention is to provide an alternative perception toward the subject of swimming and explain why I think that it's strange.

You jump into a deep body of water. You could jump into the shallow end, but that's no fun. You just seem to hurt your ankles whenever you do that. Unless you flail your arms wildly and kick your legs with every working muscle, you will drown. What was once the inviting color of the water has now become your enemy; and you are fighting against its force! You realize that the water is your enemy because the water was never in favor of you. Yes, even the shallow water. Whenever you come out of a body of water, you are cold. It doesn't matter how quickly you retrieve your towel and wrap it around your body. That coldness is inevitable. Jumping into water is like jumping into a freaking large bowl of JELL-O. However, the water doesn't contain the thickness that JELL-O contains. Some people like challenges and danger. And maybe that's why some people like swimming?

Thursday 30 January 2014

Telling Me

That dream last night, it was uh, strange. An image of you was in the dream. I remember you telling me that it was a dream. That must have been the first time where I felt as though I knew it was a dream - and it was. Thanks for telling me.

Anthropomorphic God

Hey, I have a grand idea! Let us, the people, be the ones to build the character of God. This God shall be confined to our feelings. This God shall be confined to our emotions. This God shall be confined to our preferences. This God shall be confined to the limitations of the human mind. And God says "amen."

Wednesday 29 January 2014

Choking, Words, the Heart

Yes, I choked! The consumption of necessities brought me to the point where I realized that I was consuming. Oh, if only I had choked for a more extensive period of time. If that had happened, maybe I would not have been involved in scenarios of vocab induced affliction. But truly, it is not the words which I spoke that I grieve over - at least, not the words in and of themselves. Words are simply arrangements of inanimate symbols. They are simply channels which greater forces work through. Words are audible pieces of the heart. My heart is the problem and my heart is choking. How is that for a glorified pleonasm?

Monday 27 January 2014

The Invasion of Evil

If evil is invading, then darkness is being chosen over light. If evil is invading, then we are rejecting God's presence and welcoming his absence.

Saturday 25 January 2014

The Absence of Absolution

The outside is the closest thing I have to the other side right now. I have found that it is sometimes mirthful to take a walk in the park so I can take a step outside my mind. But the mirth which I find in that, or rather through that, is only temporary. So here I am, in a dark room, with an orange lava lamp and a more practical lamp powered on. Not sure why my blinds are closed when the sky is black - though there are enough street lights to burn through the pane.

I am rather appalled at myself for writing such blatant fiction. Her Blue Eyes is a less personal piece than I would normally write. It just sits on the page and looks rather lifeless. Not to say that my more personal writings evoke life, but to say that my individual existence evokes me to write. You know, I think I like feeling! It could very well be that I feel more than I think. My results from the Myers-Briggs personality test revealed that I am 1% more likely to act on feeling rather than thinking.

That last paragraph was rather void in terms of thought. No, it was not well written, it was not explained to the extent that it could have been. Let us just leave it though - it can not hurt us. It can not hurt us.

My head has been hurting today. My body is cold. But I did not physically injure my head today, and I am not naked. Absolution is absent on the earth.

She rarely writes to me, and the waiting seems arduous at times. Arduous is a word that is far too melodramatic to be used in this sense, but I cannot deny the clouds of impatience which weep over me. Gosh, I am so impatient. How long can I go without writing to her? Yes, I must wait.

Her Blue Eyes

She first awoke in green meadows. The skies and the seas were in her likeness with their scintillating colour of blue. Her eyes were blue, but she did not know whether or not they were the result of the skies and the seas. She did not really care to find the cause, but the thought kept on coming back to her. She only thought that her eyes were blue for she had never seen herself before. The musings of the wind told her all about herself, at least what she thought to be herself. She fell asleep whilst laying on the dead grass. Brown and unyielding and bitter.

Where Do I Go From Here?





Wednesday 22 January 2014

The Good Life

When a person faces dissatisfying events, it is easy for them to believe that these events have put their good existence to an end. But these are only the means to an end, more specifically, the good life.

Monday 20 January 2014

Materialism

My own existence and the existence of the objects which surround me have become so disconcerting. Let us take a moment to reflect upon a very common fraction of human existence: the ways in which we sense things. Why do people posses abilities like sense, sound, sight, touch, taste? And why do some people cease to posses some of these traits?

Are all of these traits mere vanity? Once we die, will we hold on to any of these senses? Could it be that these senses will entirely vanish once we die? Could these senses possibly be maximized in an afterlife? But enough about the five senses. That was only the preamble to the next sub-topic: the ways in which people use the five senses.

Were we only given these senses to work under the authority of others, to build homes, to eat and drink, to become obsessed with music, to wear clothes, to smell the flowers, to feed our preferences?

How can you say that there is true meaning when money is spent, when homes collapse, when food and drink become stale, when songs no longer satisfy, when clothes tear, when flowers wilt, when preferences turn to hatred?

It is my assumption that every person has experienced dissatisfaction, and I think that such dissatisfaction exists because we truly long for the eternal, something apart from the dying material items of this world (Ecclesiastes 3:11). Human existence is not an end. Death is not an end. These are simply means to an end, and that end is God.

Saturday 18 January 2014

Entirety

People never deceive themselves; at least, they do not deceive themselves in their entirety. People are particulars, a collection of parts. And as a collection of parts, the more substantial parts are prone to face injury on behalf of the less substantial parts. Therefore, deceit is a result of substantial parts being hurt by less substantial parts. But which parts are especially substantial? Which parts are less substantial? Why do the less substantial parts possess this sovereignty?

Epimeleia Heautou










Thursday 16 January 2014

My Ravenous Nature

This entry will merely amount to being a (hopefully) short reflection upon my ravenous nature. I am not famished, nor am I overly dehydrated, nor am I in despair. Yet somehow, I find myself laying my head at the feet of these demagogues. Ravens perch among the thrones of dissatisfaction. They stare below at the single earth with seven billion worlds to occupy its space. I doubt that the space even sought after occupancy and that occupancy is simply a chauvinist. She is missing and so is he. My dissatisfaction flourishes from the roots of lust, and also my inability to accept their distance from me. But is the distance in their worlds equivalent to the distance that I observe? Ravens cease to fly when their hearts are ravenous.

Tuesday 14 January 2014

Genesis Twenty Two

Upon studying Genesis chapter 22, I could not help but notice connections between the offering of Isaac and the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. These observations shall be listed below.

1. Isaac was Abraham's only son, and Jesus was God's only son. (Genesis 22:2, John 3:16)

2. God commanded Abraham to slay Isaac, and God intended for Jesus to be crucified. (Genesis 22:2, John 3:16)

3. Genesis 22:4 reads: On the third day Abraham raised his eyes and saw the place from a distance. The resurrection of Jesus Christ occurred three days after he was crucified. While Abraham looked upon the land where he expected to part ways with his son on the third day, Christ was going to once again meet with God the Father.

4. Isaac asks his father ...where is the lamb for the burnt offering? in verse seven of Genesis 22. In Matthew 27:46 Jesus cries out My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me? Both Jesus and Isaac questioned their fathers. One asked out of confusion, while the other asked out of agony.

Genesis 22:11-12 is a very critical part within the text, and works as both a detour and a conclusion. But the angel of the Lord called to him from heaven and said, “Abraham, Abraham!” And he said, “Here I am.” He said, “Do not stretch out your hand against the lad, and do nothing to him; for now I know that you fear God, since you have not withheld your son, your only son, from Me.”

The outcomes which flourish from the will of God cannot be choked by predictability.

Friday 10 January 2014

These Hands

LORD, if you're always there
then why must I wait for you?
Your absence is my presence
and my presence is merely vanity

Will these hands of a master
ever become the hands of a servant?

Chris Hedges

The author of Ecclesiastes was a realist. He saw the pathetic, empty monuments we spend a lifetime building to ourselves. He knew, as we read in Ecclesiastes, that nothing is certain or permanent, real or unreal, and that the secret of wisdom is detachment without withdrawal. That since death awaits us all, all is vanity. That we must give up on the childish notion that one is rewarded for virtue or wisdom.

Monday 6 January 2014

Bleak Windows

What suffering must I endure for tears to escape from these dead eyes? Could it be that I am neither numb nor lively? I am not asking these questions because I chronically suffer. And that is something which I have began to understand about myself; I do not suffer greatly, yet I hold a fascination toward suffering. And maybe that is why I am fascinated, because suffering is considerably unknown to me.

When I reflect upon personal experience, the worst of my sufferings have been physical. In the words of Saint Augustine: "The greatest evil is physical pain." During my most horrendous moments of physical pain, I did not weep. Were there even tears in my eyes? Quite possibly, but I was not weeping. Why was that so?

My desire is to weep for a worthy reason. But what reason will I someday weep for?

Sunday 5 January 2014

Saint Francis


























LORD, make me an instrument of Thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
Where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much
Seek to be consoled, as to console;
To be understood, as to understand;
To be loved, as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive,
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
And it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.

Wednesday 1 January 2014

Separating Life from Human Existence

Life is not really life. Or at least, life is not what they tell you it is. They want you to believe that human existence is life, but their intentions are far from being virtuous. Human existence is not life, but rather, human existence is a dream. A dream that is not projected by the mind of humans, but projected by the mind of God. Stray from the delusion that this your dream, for this is God's dream. As humans, we are only characters within the dream. Those who say that human existence is life are merely evoking interruptions. They are the ones who steal your peace, force your head to ache, and disrupt the dream. This particular dream embraces the restraints of time, yet certain elements resonate for an eternity. The years are like shores, in which treasure is to be found among the sands of time. The treasure refers to life while the shores make reference to human existence. Life promises flourishing, but human existence is only a pathway that leads to the obligation of death. The events which occur between the birth and the death of a mortal being are not random, but they are unknown for a period of time - much like death itself. It does not matter how far you wander off, you are still only a character within the dream. A character created by God, placed within the dream by the dreamer. Who will you be inside the dream? Will you truly find life while you are a part of the dream?