All the clouds are cumuloft Walking in space Oh my God your skin is soft I love your face
How dare they try to end this beauty? How dare they try to end this beauty? --- Hair
And your wise men don’t know how it feels; to be thick as a brick --- Tull
I wrote something earlier. Instead of finishing I’m writing a preamble. To finish it I’d have to read it and if I read it I’d forget about other things. Maybe that’s not true but it’s too late to change. I hold things in reserve. Not always, I take my moments when I can, I hold some in reserve for those moments. When this year starts I think it’s going to be a good one. So, you know, if y’all rock on with your bad selves, I’ll rock on with mine.
Earlier;
I just wrote a note to a friend of mine here, I’ve known her through a few incarnations of journaling sites. I told her how lucky I am. Most of the people I know here I know through one incarnation of a journaling site or another and they know that every so often I repeat, sometimes without update, certain themes, among them my luck.
One of the uncool but really cool things about the recently deceased OD was being able to go get into a fight. A typing fight with a stranger isn’t all that gratifying, but it’s kind of gratifying. It’s a bit like going to the recycling center and breaking glass. Pretty safe way of getting those kind of frustrations out that otherwise burn a hole in your stomach or that go get drunk and argue with the biggest guy wearing bike gang threads.
On OD you just had to go to the religion or politics circle (I think religion made have changed it’s name to spirituality, sounds like someone’s idea of a PC compromise to keep from ruffling feathers). Oh, when you go to the recycling center to break glass, or at least when I used to (it’s not set up like that here), it was pop bottles, not vases or family heirlooms. When you fight with the biggest biker in the bar you make sure he isn’t packing and you’re not wearing your favorite shirt. Just saying, arguing politics or religion is a bad idea if you have something vested in the argument.
Sure, politically I lean pretty far left and I’ve been known to be pretty active about it, but nothing was at stake, I mean I didn’t care if I couldn’t, for instance, convince Ashleigh Banfield that, say, Bush Jr. Was a douchebag. I even know that literally Bush jr is not made of rubber nor does he in any way shape or form promote hygiene or … you get the point. The religion arguments are a little different. Sort of.
I don’t talk about religion very damn often with people I like. Strangers who hung out on the religion circle at OD, however, were spoiling for a fight. I argued more often with the atheists than the theists, they seemed to have more of a hair trigger. I think the majority of atheists and theists didn’t go anywhere near the OD religion circle. Wise move. Religion is the reason I’m an agnostic. I don’t believe in religion, dogma, or, for that matter, do I believe in atheism.
Truth is lucky is the secular word for blessed. I’m a lot more than just lucky. I’m not the sort of blessed that needs a reason or a high five, I’m also not the kind of blessed that could be just coincidence, it’s statistically improbable. I’m also not the kind of blessed who is just being humble and giving the credit to some ephemeral abstraction, like, I don’t know, the MVP of a super bowl or something; dude has practiced every day of his life since he was five, ate, breathed, slept and dreamed football, gets a ring and it’s all god. I don’t really have a strong opinion on whether it is or not, but if it’s the same god in that one book he could have gotten his own super bowl ring. Not trying to facetious, but that’s how a lot of people read that book. Isn’t the guy who I’m blessed from.
We put things into shapes that fit our perceptions; we’re almost exclusively wrong. I don’t mind being wrong, used to it, it’s more like I don’t like being dishonest about being wrong. So I’m ok enough with I don’t know to have argued both sides of the deceased OD religion circle without have a pony in the race and still being blessed. I know some things for sure; I’m not blessed because I’m morally better than anyone, I’m morally better than some but that’s cause some suck that bad. I haven’t a clue why me, but if I get one I’ll write it in a flash.
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