unnerving joy
Just drove home through a storm, surrounded by fantastic lightning strikes, listening to Imogen Heap singing sweet anxiety. [1] Having lifted the roof of clouds at the horizon, god's orange moon-eye flits through the trees, watching my heart beating faster and giggling "ooh, he'll like this one." [2] I suspect that a full knowledge of the joy of this world somehow involves having at least once been slightly unnerved in this way.
[1] I did have to skip the song "Psychobabble", however, as the lyrics both disturb and annoy me, and also get stuck in my head like nobody's business.
[2] (It's unfortunate that Christianity doesn't typically include a trickster who will not often cost you a soul or two. It is not well-suited to creating this sort of image of a god.)
[1] I did have to skip the song "Psychobabble", however, as the lyrics both disturb and annoy me, and also get stuck in my head like nobody's business.
[2] (It's unfortunate that Christianity doesn't typically include a trickster who will not often cost you a soul or two. It is not well-suited to creating this sort of image of a god.)