Wee Wisdom (8)
aphorisms and short reflections
For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.
~ Isaiah 55:12
* my ascent into madness is going well, thanks for asking it's also unforgettable if no one remembers it in the first place i may be a downer, but at least i'm not an upsidedowner i remain a perennialist, except now i think all religions are invalid. of course, not all religions are equally bad. yours and mine are probably the worst ones. the transcendent unity of religions is true. the problem is transcendence. i want life, abundantly. the art of growing green things, and especially trees, has shaped my view of everything. like writing. i have to be able to envision the 'final' state of the piece like i do of the tree, but i can't force it to grow this or that way. i need to work with its natural energies and dispositions. so, in a way, the trees are shaping me as much as i'm shaping them. the same is true of marriage, and everything. this is what is called, loving creation. 'the purpose of a system is what it does' is just a less beautiful version of 'a tree is judged by its fruits'. always choose the beautiful version. nothing good can come out of it if nothing good goes into it peak experiences would have no meaning without the valley of everydayness. they would appear just as ordinary and dull, and it would be in climbing down and resting below that we would be jolted by energy and optimism. original participation: trapped in peak experience no participation: trapped in valley of everydayness final participation: go up and down, and in and out, at will important to remember that to decide means to fall from (de - cado). decision thus is almost the same word as decadence. the easiest thing to do for materialist and spiritualist alike is to devalue mortal life on this earth. sometimes it seems that almost all of science and philosophy is dedicated to this one task. dropping the article from the title god is the most basic linguistic trick theologians use to hide their nonsense. it is the same with Christ. thus Christ Jesus is linguistically correct. the other way around is an error. much like King Arthur is correct, and Arthur King is not - except perhaps if used in a poetic way. now, i know the objection: who cares. but it seems to me that linguistic propriety is important if we're talking about The Word. it's quite significant to worship an anointed man, but all this significance is lost without proper linguistic hygiene. and while we're at it, hygiene is literally the practice of longevity (and by extension, of health). certain uses of language are precisely unhealthy because they arrest thought, they cut it short. there is a difference between decadence and degeneration. the first one is reversible. too much focus on discarnate realms is unhealthy and a step backwards. the flesh is precious. discarnate dreams is what ai offers. no blood, no bone, no genitals. even online you can tell the difference between something originating in an incarnate spirit versus a discarnate one (ai, bots), because the flesh projects its own weight and depth into discarnate worlds. that the gods are immortal men in heaven and men mortal gods on earth is the message of all revelations - at least until the nerds got involved. love requires twoness, at least i once read that you can clean your etheric body by washing your feet in naturally moving water. if something is weighing on your mind, wash your feet. interesting symbolism. we behold pictures of loved ones and cannot conceive them as apart from those very images because, in our hearts, we know that their appearance is a reflection of their true self and that we will recognize them on the other side by the likeness we have encountered in the flesh my favorite trilogy is the old testament, new testament and the book of nature. of course, they were separated for logistic reasons only (much like Lord of the Rings), and you can't understand them separately. all my essays were straw that i set on fire in my fiction
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