I'm with you, ookami, particularly concerning your masterful conclusion: "What kind of asshat wants everyone in the universe to be just like him?!".
I believe there is a fundamental truth in that proclamation. I have always sought out people who were NOT like me because that makes us more interesting to one another. This includes my wife, who is very unlike me, thankfully ;-)
I am aware that I am an exception in this but I don't really understand why - although I suspect that much of it is just intellectual laziness at not wanting to be bothered by new things...
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 09/14/2022 02:55PM by Soft Machine.
Well, you asked for it, so I had a look at some of mine and almost immediately stumbled on this one, which almost seems tailor-made for RfM and Mormonism, but actually dates from the early nineties, I think (I was still very much a drinker back then...) when my awareness of TSCC was not very extensive.
Prophet and Loss
When you come back from the microcosm, Your heavy brain is filled with colours that you can't describe And thoughts not of your inventing. Are you dumb? Speak to the macrocosm of eternal blood spilled - But clearly, because of the scribe, to help with his implementing.
You have seen the immense sculptures of souls Holding this old world up and life is more complicated Than a dream could encapsulate. What a scene! A conference of black holes could never fill the cup Emptier than your mad fate did. Is it a sin to permutate?
When your book has been chiselled into stone, Its numerology fixed and studied beyond your realm, Rest in the desert for a while. Let them look Only at what they can't own. Refuse theology. Let no idea take the helm unless it's prepared to smile.
Then return to their cities where they dance Their worthless lives away. Tell them that they're right to do so And that it's vital not to stop. They will burn Later but, in your blue trance, you'll find the thing to say So that your feigned sorrow will show. Is it a sin to set up shop?
It's the one line I don't really like or "get", because it sounds hippy-dippy and I wanted the Prophet to be ultimately rather a nasty piece of work, but I think/hope I meant that "ideas prepared to smile" may well be lies ;-)
The one that got away, that broke my heart and haunted my dreams, now suffers from advanced dementia. And the one who stole him from me now lives a lonely vigil as she cares for him, with his broken mind.
You'd think that would be karma. But instead she and I grieve together.
life’s little, our heads sad. Redeemed and wasting clay this chance. Be of use.
The commentary is as follows:
A slightly darker take on the art of haiku, “Lines on a Skull” is inspired by Lord Byron’s “Lines Inscribed Upon a Cup formed from a Skull.” Poet Ravi Shankar distills this late seventeenth-century poet’s words into a more modern, potent, and visceral version.
"Be of use" - that is not a bad life motto to keep in mind.
And it's so right on topic, the question being: Of what earthly or heavenly use is Mormonism to anyone or anything at all? As so many exmos have inquired.
And as likely all converts (so-called) cry (including me): "What the hell was THAT?"
You know that ancient line from a '60s TV cop drama: "There are eight million stories in the naked city."
Well, I say there are eighty billion x eight things to do in life besides cleaning chapels, scrubbing toilets, hearing same old, same old in endless meetings, attending temple sessions, faking smiles, dead dunking and listening to the Tab Choir.
Twinker Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Draw a circle 'round your life > and call it holy. > > Give yourself to god > and give it wholy > > Spurn the world; > we dare not live it fully > > Forsake all else; > embrace the bully.