color outside the lines
Monday, November 5, 2012
a day
Thursday, July 5, 2012
carbon dioxide
Thursday, June 21, 2012
spill
Thursday, February 16, 2012
my skin is a ziplock baggie containing my thoughts
What have we done to our bodies?
We have defied age.
but, what is age- certainly more than appearance
it is our life’s work displayed in crevaces of emotion
around our eyes and lips
here age speaks: “I have seen spoken experienced
existed ”
Perhaps it is wisdom we don’t want to live up to? Maybe looking younger demand less on one’s concept of accomplishment? Have our years taught us nothing but submission to the greater opinion.
We cannot escape ourselves.
i am not my body
i am me
Bordo asks the question, “ When did perfection become applicable to a human body?” I respond, “always”. No one asks for the face they wear. My skin is a ziplock baggie containing my thoughts; it will be thrown out when my thoughts live on. We have always wanted perfection because we want what we cannot have. Perfection is never satisfied and it is always changing. “You alter your body because I have altered your thought”, society says. “You’re wrong,” I say, “my desire to look how she looks is absolutely coincidental.” I know it is a lie.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
nothing can defeat God
When I smile, I feel at peace. I think that laughter is a sign of comfort or rest. Love, however, is not my religion. My God is Love. He is the being that embodies goodness. If all creation is of the creator then creation will not be satisfied until it is granted that from which it came. Immortality is as much craved as it is feared. Is this because we fear God? For those who claim no God, I salute your bold claims regarding your own existence. I too want to feel that my existence is just as it should be, that reality is a fact, and that I lack in nothing so long as I pursue my self. I boldly shout my cogito without choice. I do not know who will hear it. How can I be shouting and not hear myself? That is, I suppose my existence by echo of the shouts. Just so, we become aware of that which is outside of ourselves by supposing constancy of previously observed characteristics within that thing.
My cogito is an effect which demands to know the cause of itself. Asking me to believe in God is like asking me to turn on a light that is already on. I am creation, I have a creator. He can not be easily spotted by the senses. Sense perception is for retrieving that which is outside of ourselves. The being of God is not distinct from me but is rather the best me- a form of myself that I strive to be.
I can exist as an impression-bearer or as nothing. God is the impression. Nothing can defeat God. God can defeat nothing. If I choose not to be his then I also choose not to be my self, which is impossible.