Naked apes with goat-like genitalia priding ourselves upon our immense capability while growing fat on fructose as a precursor to our more extreme genetic modification.
Like monks and nuns, we wear our habits, pray in our cells for release. Called into this form by genetic will, moving with it to go beyond it. Creative rebellion. Nitro with a slow-mo explosion.
God help us!
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
the razor's edge
Occam's razor, the cutting edge for all science, reminds us to postulate no more than what is necessary. The razor shaves differently, however, depending upon one's definition and understanding of what is necessary. Necessary for the head or for the heart? The heart's necessity requires meaning beyond stark logarithms and blind chance. The heart's necessity requires soul.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
revelation
In a cosmos that is alive, aware, and energetic, revelation and disclosure is not "supernatural" but is a natural process. One simply has to be quiet and receptive with open heart. Of course, if one has dialed it down to "only matter," little is disclosed. One does not hear a mate who is only a piece of meat.
Monday, June 13, 2011
God
To those whose intellectual purity is upset and who respond to the word "God" with cold fury and heated aggravation: Get over it. It is a short and useful word for that-which-exists-prior-to-the-big-bang-or-slow-mo-orgasm-and-births-all-that-is-and-continues-to-exert-influence-through-its-streaming-on-your-unfolding-and-cannot-be-known-by-the-intellect-mind. God. Get used to it.
Friday, June 3, 2011
a visionary map of christianity
In map art, one paints the canvas with visionary scenes rather than lines of highways and numbered miles.
If I were to paint a visionary map of christianity, I would include a scene of the god colluding with the devil, the forces of creation conspiring with the forces of destruction, to tempt a third party into turning against, renouncing the creative forces. I think I would paint god as a whirlwind and the devil as coyote, the trickster. The third party would be a tiny figure in the distance upon whom they would advance.
A second scene would be an angry war god of dark cloud and lightning eye urging world domination of his followers, small beings who are replicas of himself with sword and shield -- killing "all that piss against the wall" of those outsiders who will not accept this god. Out of them are emerging christian missionaries.
Yet another scene would show a god who had advanced beyond his tempestuous adolescent years and able to say someone has to die so it will be me. He offers himself in sacrifice and disappears. He is no longer cross. A rainbow arcs across a darkly radiant sky.
A fourth scene would be a man awakening as if from a dream, walking across the canvas and beyond the frame. If sound could be painted, heartfelt laughter would be heard.
A fifth scene is a blank canvas upon which new vision can be painted and is being painted eternally anew.
If I were to paint a visionary map of christianity, I would include a scene of the god colluding with the devil, the forces of creation conspiring with the forces of destruction, to tempt a third party into turning against, renouncing the creative forces. I think I would paint god as a whirlwind and the devil as coyote, the trickster. The third party would be a tiny figure in the distance upon whom they would advance.
A second scene would be an angry war god of dark cloud and lightning eye urging world domination of his followers, small beings who are replicas of himself with sword and shield -- killing "all that piss against the wall" of those outsiders who will not accept this god. Out of them are emerging christian missionaries.
Yet another scene would show a god who had advanced beyond his tempestuous adolescent years and able to say someone has to die so it will be me. He offers himself in sacrifice and disappears. He is no longer cross. A rainbow arcs across a darkly radiant sky.
A fourth scene would be a man awakening as if from a dream, walking across the canvas and beyond the frame. If sound could be painted, heartfelt laughter would be heard.
A fifth scene is a blank canvas upon which new vision can be painted and is being painted eternally anew.
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