You ask Why hurt happens and go on to give a keen exploration of the better question which is How hurt happens.
Caring for the symptom won’t cure the conditions that generated it.
Yet it is our benevolent nature to persist. Your tender writing lays out the kind physician upon his own operating table .... " Look here it is this tendon of yours shaped to hold a baby that connects directly to that craven appetite in the throat to swallow the world whole."
Just behold.
Nice to visit a soberer version of this Silenus that yet still needs to stumble beside the supporting arms of new/old satyrs.
Tending to the world's symptoms and the desire for release may be impulses pulling from the one and the same organ.
Maybe the organ you’re talking about—the one that also metabolizes chunks of collective shadow—is the liver. Maybe mine can process this different kind of poison better, unpreoccupied?
And yeah, maybe my liver benefits from holding a baby instead of drinking—I’ve considered grabbing a White Claw now and then, but I’m up taking care of him by myself nightly! I’d drop him! That’s a metaphor too.
Or maybe, more simply, the organ is the heart.
The heart that desires to love itself and to thereby feel Kennough to feel love from the collective.
Maybe all our conquest of nature and each other, our attempts to tame the horrors of fate—or attempts to escape it via toxic chemical numbness—are really just misguided attempts to treat our broken hearts.
Behold I Make All Things New.
Another Selig mantra. Means that you see all things with Love.
(Damn I’m getting way more woo in the comments than in the article, hahah. Thanks for the inspo to pop off).
We’re on a roller coaster here. If we can remember it’s just a ride we can BE at peace with the ups and downs. To KEEP the peace of the roller coaster is impossible. I can’t remake the track to be smoother, I can only reknow it as of god.
Or more practically, I can recognize that every human on the planet, if you chase their motivation far enough up stream, is motivated by love (or the fear of losing something they love.)
And what is love but god? And aren’t they both peace?
YES. I am right there with you. None of it's real, and its all real. I live for those rare moments when I can hover about it all and remember that none of it truly matters, but its really hard to continually look down the barrel (ahem) into the void of unparalleled hate and fear that has been stirred up from the bowels of ... ? Some awful Void that has been biding its time. It's hard to find a place where we can retreat for a while. Day by day, day by day! I like knowing you're here to counter-balance it all!! :-)
Respect.
🫡💙🫠
You ask Why hurt happens and go on to give a keen exploration of the better question which is How hurt happens.
Caring for the symptom won’t cure the conditions that generated it.
Yet it is our benevolent nature to persist. Your tender writing lays out the kind physician upon his own operating table .... " Look here it is this tendon of yours shaped to hold a baby that connects directly to that craven appetite in the throat to swallow the world whole."
Just behold.
Nice to visit a soberer version of this Silenus that yet still needs to stumble beside the supporting arms of new/old satyrs.
Tending to the world's symptoms and the desire for release may be impulses pulling from the one and the same organ.
Old Geoffe would be SO hungover right now. Haha
Maybe the organ you’re talking about—the one that also metabolizes chunks of collective shadow—is the liver. Maybe mine can process this different kind of poison better, unpreoccupied?
And yeah, maybe my liver benefits from holding a baby instead of drinking—I’ve considered grabbing a White Claw now and then, but I’m up taking care of him by myself nightly! I’d drop him! That’s a metaphor too.
Or maybe, more simply, the organ is the heart.
The heart that desires to love itself and to thereby feel Kennough to feel love from the collective.
Maybe all our conquest of nature and each other, our attempts to tame the horrors of fate—or attempts to escape it via toxic chemical numbness—are really just misguided attempts to treat our broken hearts.
Behold I Make All Things New.
Another Selig mantra. Means that you see all things with Love.
(Damn I’m getting way more woo in the comments than in the article, hahah. Thanks for the inspo to pop off).
Scraped knee and chemo. Lovely image.
A thought: perhaps, just perhaps, you can be at peace? And you don’t need to keep it? It’s a question, not an answer.
Exactly the right question!
What other option do I realistically have?
We’re on a roller coaster here. If we can remember it’s just a ride we can BE at peace with the ups and downs. To KEEP the peace of the roller coaster is impossible. I can’t remake the track to be smoother, I can only reknow it as of god.
Or more practically, I can recognize that every human on the planet, if you chase their motivation far enough up stream, is motivated by love (or the fear of losing something they love.)
And what is love but god? And aren’t they both peace?
Quit Twitter; Be Peace.
One loves. We may be many humans, but of that I’m not sure.
YES. I am right there with you. None of it's real, and its all real. I live for those rare moments when I can hover about it all and remember that none of it truly matters, but its really hard to continually look down the barrel (ahem) into the void of unparalleled hate and fear that has been stirred up from the bowels of ... ? Some awful Void that has been biding its time. It's hard to find a place where we can retreat for a while. Day by day, day by day! I like knowing you're here to counter-balance it all!! :-)