Rainy Day Religion #24 and #42: Windowless Monads and Digitless Nomads…
So this is what it’s like, I guess, to die so alone so far from home with no crib for a bed no greatest hits from the Grateful Dead, just four walls and two sheets and an extra pillow might work I guess in a pinch in a delirious state of mind where a thing anything soft and curvy might satisfy the existential need to put hard things in soft places, beats the current rage of scurvy and influenza, dengue and consumption ravaging my body with its heartless tentacles eating my soul and leaving me alone dying trying…
so this is how it all ends, does it (?), under the weather under the gun under anything but the godforsaken sun, out there somewhere the brilliant fiery orb symbol of our existence and our insistence at certainty in the face of things that could only be described by the word God if indeed it is a real word, not just some feel-good mechanism manufactured by the conspiracy know-it-alls and designed for immediate consumption… (More …)
davekingsbury 12:48 pm on September 19, 2016 Permalink |
A really alternative perspective … makes me wonder how things are with you. Hope this is an imaginative excursion into the miracle of life …
hardie karges 7:31 am on September 27, 2016 Permalink |
That’s exactly what is is/was; sorry for slow response, been off at Buddhist boot camp…