Gnosticism and the dreaming.
Right, so it has come to the point where I find the word agnostic/gnostic almost offensive. Then again, religious is almost as bad (although I do acknowledge that some may contort my almost fanatic following of atheism as religious). Hey - I'm the first to admit that I'd LOVE it if there was eternal life, if there was a benevolent loving deity spying down on us, wanting nothing but good for us. 'cept of course when he commands his preachers to tickle little girls or boys in his name - bitter jokes aside though... I too long for something, an entity if you will, to tell me - without fail - about morals, about right n' wrong, about all that stuff - something/someone I'd know was infallable, someone, heck - I'd settle for a great pair of parents during my childhood damnit. But wishful thinking, and make-believe is not going to make that more real. Building mighty statues and buildings in the absence of this *being* will not make up for his/her absence. Saying somtehing doesn't make it real - no matter how much people seem to believe in that. Not saying something does not make it dissapear. Adress your problems, clear your eyes - *see* where we are, what we are doing, maybe we can find eachother. Perchance for a short moment, a mere flicker of time, we could understand a little bit about how all this works - instead of burying it all down beneath so many, many glorified ideas. *snicker*
I'm a sucker for easy solutions it seems, the three last lines in that poem I wrote years ago:
Love yourself,
love me,
deus ex machina.
Lately, ever since I met her I believe - I've been dreaming of a Lion. Tonight I dreamt me and my sister's EX(would you believe that?) were herding animals through deep underground corridors (like those of a hospital), we were lost. There were countless doors(all of them fireproof) and spidnly/twisting flights of stairs. Like I said though, we were leading animals, a lot of them, and the one lion was the only one which kept up. We came to a forking of paths, I guess one could say - and we split up, I took he winding path up, the lion followed me, and blocked my path - I though, we're helping you - you wouldn't hurt me, but I know the nature of a lion (could you ask a lion to be anything else than a lion?) It blocked my path, or went in my way - I couldn't help but feel like I might be a mouse to this cat. I tried to push it away but it kept biting me, not hard or anything, but I was so sure it was going to whip back and attack me (killing me of course, I'm no Hercules). It did not kill me. I emerged to light, I found it to be my old School - where I was mislearnt about almost everything.
I woke... The world still stands, and time still passes - will things ever be ok?
I'm a sucker for easy solutions it seems, the three last lines in that poem I wrote years ago:
Love yourself,
love me,
deus ex machina.
Lately, ever since I met her I believe - I've been dreaming of a Lion. Tonight I dreamt me and my sister's EX(would you believe that?) were herding animals through deep underground corridors (like those of a hospital), we were lost. There were countless doors(all of them fireproof) and spidnly/twisting flights of stairs. Like I said though, we were leading animals, a lot of them, and the one lion was the only one which kept up. We came to a forking of paths, I guess one could say - and we split up, I took he winding path up, the lion followed me, and blocked my path - I though, we're helping you - you wouldn't hurt me, but I know the nature of a lion (could you ask a lion to be anything else than a lion?) It blocked my path, or went in my way - I couldn't help but feel like I might be a mouse to this cat. I tried to push it away but it kept biting me, not hard or anything, but I was so sure it was going to whip back and attack me (killing me of course, I'm no Hercules). It did not kill me. I emerged to light, I found it to be my old School - where I was mislearnt about almost everything.
I woke... The world still stands, and time still passes - will things ever be ok?