Anxiety is the terrifying unstable older brother of play and creation.
Our suffering, losses, and deaths are not a problem for nature or the universe. But who cares about the universe? I care about us.
“Appleby had been studying his man as he spoke. And his conclusions encouraged him. This Juniper, too, looked as if he had devotion and dedication in him. He wasn’t, perhaps, a strong man. But he would put up a stiff fight against his own weakness. And that, it seemed to Appleby, was pretty well the definition of courage.” Michael Innes, Hare Sitting Up
We are the instruments of God’s music. Except that there is no God. As though the instruments could play themselves, and somehow improvise this beautiful jam.
That’s your epitaph you’re chippin’ there, you know?
Why does something happen without feeling anything? What is it like to happen without feeling anything?
God the Father is just culture. What else could it be, but the things we have learned from culture – at least to the extent it is nomos. Or logos.
If humankind created a religion in which God is the evil enemy and we must try to fight against what he has done to us: create us to die, to suffer, and to lose the people and things we love along the way.
Penetration. Good name for a novel.
The more privilege one has, the easier it is to dream through life in the false and fabricated reality of the media.