I've almost recovered from a spiritual crisis. Part of it resulted from a tendonitis attack, which hurt like a motherfucker, in the material world. Physical pain can shit up your sense of spirituality. Of course there are closet masochists and victims of superstition who believe that pain absolves sins, builds character, prevents you from engaging in more vigorous evil.
Laid up with a loudly aching shoulder, I was not able to engage in second story breaking and entering. That's another dark explanation for morality. I'm suggesting it deserves consideration. Not without feeling defensive. It's weak. People have claimed it's God's will when poor circulation and overuse causes swelling and excruciating pain in a part of the body subject of ordinary wear and tear. If you take a trot on that pony, you may as well squeeze justice into it all. Maybe I will be better in some way or other for having a chronic inflamatory condition. If this was Reader's Digest incarnate, I might win the lottery, then found an organization that funds research on behalf of disgruntled hermits with tendonitis. That aside, I'm in a weak position from which to help other pained sufferers. Maybe a sore shoulder results in more reading of decent books. I'm seeing a wan crack of light on that account. Then too, there is time, when aching, to think about stuff. Stuff like this:
I neglected to mention in my previous blog entry the concept of a Grand Design. I don't believe a scintilla of this shit, but a lot of people do. Many who do are bikers. Some are very wealthy. A lot of these fart-biters are into supremacy, and aren't egalitarian about it. The view that God ordained certain middle European Americans to have supremacy over Earth is one of many not unheard of thing-arooskis. I mention this just to drop a few more slugs in the busted pay phone we call philosophy. And religion. I've been chatting about my spiritual crisis.
There is the idea of a Grand Design that plants little you, like a watermelon seed, somewhere in the great big universe. It's all pre-ordained. At some point on your time line you will get a painful and highly limiting chronic condition. Or maybe something much less serious. You might get a hang nail while engaged in ideal and perfect love, in the super plush time share units of Heaven. Maybe you are pre-ordained to have it made in the shade. I'm more inclined to think shit happens when it does, and people have a limited ability to manage material difficulties. There are spiritual concepts worth giving a shot. I'm still open to growth. Still believe in secular methods, and a reasonable way of managing spiritual needs. Nothing freaky. Nothing mean. Peace!
Laid up with a loudly aching shoulder, I was not able to engage in second story breaking and entering. That's another dark explanation for morality. I'm suggesting it deserves consideration. Not without feeling defensive. It's weak. People have claimed it's God's will when poor circulation and overuse causes swelling and excruciating pain in a part of the body subject of ordinary wear and tear. If you take a trot on that pony, you may as well squeeze justice into it all. Maybe I will be better in some way or other for having a chronic inflamatory condition. If this was Reader's Digest incarnate, I might win the lottery, then found an organization that funds research on behalf of disgruntled hermits with tendonitis. That aside, I'm in a weak position from which to help other pained sufferers. Maybe a sore shoulder results in more reading of decent books. I'm seeing a wan crack of light on that account. Then too, there is time, when aching, to think about stuff. Stuff like this:
I neglected to mention in my previous blog entry the concept of a Grand Design. I don't believe a scintilla of this shit, but a lot of people do. Many who do are bikers. Some are very wealthy. A lot of these fart-biters are into supremacy, and aren't egalitarian about it. The view that God ordained certain middle European Americans to have supremacy over Earth is one of many not unheard of thing-arooskis. I mention this just to drop a few more slugs in the busted pay phone we call philosophy. And religion. I've been chatting about my spiritual crisis.
There is the idea of a Grand Design that plants little you, like a watermelon seed, somewhere in the great big universe. It's all pre-ordained. At some point on your time line you will get a painful and highly limiting chronic condition. Or maybe something much less serious. You might get a hang nail while engaged in ideal and perfect love, in the super plush time share units of Heaven. Maybe you are pre-ordained to have it made in the shade. I'm more inclined to think shit happens when it does, and people have a limited ability to manage material difficulties. There are spiritual concepts worth giving a shot. I'm still open to growth. Still believe in secular methods, and a reasonable way of managing spiritual needs. Nothing freaky. Nothing mean. Peace!
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