Deathless and incomprehensible

This life, merely an expression of eternity in time, merely a fleeting and obscure projection.

Fat in the fire

Dispatch from the Walnut Room, Denver CO:

The impending doom we perceive bearing down upon us like a freight train seems considerably less tragic tonight. It's because we can console ourselves with the knowledge that although we will be thrown in the fire, all these other people will burn too.

Two for Augustine

The stillness of holy reality confounds one's thoughts because God is imagined as somehow living, and yet he is also considered to be frozen in permanent changelessness and eternity. It remains impossible for us to conceive of something living or alive without the processes of life as perceived in time, without motion or decision or change.

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In a dream last night: I have returned to my home town with some people. We are at a shitty half-destroyed restaurant that offers a choice of fried catfish or chinese food. People I knew from high school enter. I am happy to see them, but they snub me. The close friend I am traveling with points to the railroad tracks nearby and says, "Is there a place where we can get across those tracks?" I turn around and look. Just barely hidden from view, a very picturesque dirt road leads across them. "Yeah, right over there," I say. Then I look again. Deepening back on the other side of the tracks is a misty pastel morning to rival the most beautiful I have ever seen. It's as though not just childhood, but the era previous to even being born is seen in the hazy distance of hills and trees. I think to myself with wonder, Arkansas.

Total War

The only satisfying life is one spent in a state of total war for some overriding ideal.

Thirty

We carry on, I guess until we can’t carry on any longer. The spark of youth has vanished and we’ve grown tired. The only thing to do now is to get into as lock step and march until we drop dead in whatever frozen Siberia we’re to find in the minds most advanced reaches. We’ll carry on, either west until the end, or east until we rediscover the beginning. And really is there any difference? The question remains if there will be any sort of sun rising or setting there.

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God does not accord to perfection. On the contrary, whatever god is, is by definition perfect. God is the original standard, the first frame of reference.

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Faces Comprising a crowd: Ugly, Horrible, mean-spirited, crude, dumb, repulsive. Half-conscious pigs at the trough. One’s got to wonder where God is in all of this.

But the Grotesque does not exist objectively. Only my perception of the world exists. That is where the Shit and rabble finds itself. The world is just what it is, no more and no less –without value judgments. The grotesque belongs to me, to my own mind.