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Once, sitting in my parent's kitchen, I watched a mouse drag itself across the floor. It was folded in half; a mouse trap scraped along behind it.
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Existential LiturgiesOf Mice and Purity Culture
Once, sitting in my parent's kitchen, I watched a mouse drag itself across the floor. It was folded in half; a mouse trap scraped along behind it.
Existential LiturgiesHope
He mistook his dwindling daysFor THE end of daysAnd who could blame him?Death is a frightful mysteryMuch easier to face itIf all you leav...
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Of Sisyphus and Laundry and Interpretative Dance
Existential musings in a post-evangelical light
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I find Alan Watts and his ramblings a bit insufferable; if only because it sounds like he enjoys hearing himself speak
I wonder
Would I feel the same if we had recordings of Jesus?
Somehow a lot (but not all) of us start out thinking someone else is going to give us the answers we're looking for
Like wisdom is a directive
Given for us to know, not consider and decide
Like if I blamed the teller for not permitting withdrawals from an account I never invested in
"Pastor, you betrayed me"
"Teacher, you betrayed me"
"Lover, you betrayed me"
Granted, many have and many do and many more do much worse
And I pray for justice and ask for mercy and mostly it feels like no one's listening (but me)
I've noticed
These things do not hurt less when the villain suffers
When justice is won I am still periodically alone and afflicted
Existence looms and holds itself over me like a cloud made of darkness and sunlight and galaxies and grass and trees and water and people and love and hate and joy and sorrow
"Teller, tell me what to do with it all"
"Sir, I am only here to facilitate"
I find Alan Watts and his ramblings a bit insufferable; if only because it sounds like he enjoys hearing himself speak
I wonder
Would I feel the same if we had recordings of Jesus?
Somehow a lot (but not all) of us start out thinking someone else is going to give us the answers we're looking for
Like wisdom is a directive
Given for us to know, not consider and decide
Like if I blamed the teller for not permitting withdrawals from an account I never invested in
"Pastor, you betrayed me"
"Teacher, you betrayed me"
"Lover, you betrayed me"
Granted, many have and many do and many more do much worse
And I pray for justice and ask for mercy and mostly it feels like no one's listening (but me)
I've noticed
These things do not hurt less when the villain suffers
When justice is won I am still periodically alone and afflicted
Existence looms and holds itself over me like a cloud made of darkness and sunlight and galaxies and grass and trees and water and people and love and hate and joy and sorrow
"Teller, tell me what to do with it all"
"Sir, I am only here to facilitate"
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