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"I don't believe in individuality, i think it's an outmoded concept"
It's five AM and the dog next door has started barking it's fool head off at, from what I can tell, absolutely nothing. I'd be more annoyed if I hadn't been up since two (which has been happening quite a bit, lately. Hrm).
Sigh. Music on, volume up.
I've been keeping track of the lunar eclipse- currently the moon is back to it's normal colour, with about 5/8s of it visible. I can completely understand why people who thought that gods were delivering personal memos to basically everyone would freak out at the sight of a blood red moon; even knowing the science behind it it's still fairly unnerving. It's kind of like when the sky is brown from a fire, or the immediate area surrounding the Exxon Valdez shortly after that little crash, or Los Angeles in general. It's strange. (Considering also that the lifespan of such people was about the same as a rather venerable dog's, a lunar eclipse was probably a once-in-a-lifetime event sure to provoke mass hysteria, bacchanalian orgies etc.)
Benjamin and I were speaking on similar topics last night after randomly encountering each other and him doing the favour of buying me coffee. I quite like talking to Benjamin; he's this lovely philosophical opposite of me, but he's not so egotistical about it that he's not willing to share ideas with someone who operates in a completely different manner concerning opinions on the concepts of personality, practicality vs. abstractionism, dogs and cats: the list goes on. Of course, now that we've covered all the important topics, we've reduced ourselves to minutiae as far as conversation is concerned.
Run-on sentences, ahoy!
Going back to the first paragraph, why the hell did western culture reject all the fun gods? Monotheism is great and all- some amazing literature has come out of it- but somehow I don't think I could see Jehovallahsus Christweh dressing up in the wonderfully outrageous fashions that all of the polytheistic gods get- I mean, what would get more attention on a catwalk, a simple robe or a necklace of skulls? A longer-than-necessary beard or a wig made of gold? Granted, stigmata are the ultimate fashion accessory, but that's an exception to the rule, so far as I know. Plus, think of the mess.
(Random thought: There's something very ah... shall we say, "lunar" about stigmata, isn't there?)
Sigh. Music on, volume up.
I've been keeping track of the lunar eclipse- currently the moon is back to it's normal colour, with about 5/8s of it visible. I can completely understand why people who thought that gods were delivering personal memos to basically everyone would freak out at the sight of a blood red moon; even knowing the science behind it it's still fairly unnerving. It's kind of like when the sky is brown from a fire, or the immediate area surrounding the Exxon Valdez shortly after that little crash, or Los Angeles in general. It's strange. (Considering also that the lifespan of such people was about the same as a rather venerable dog's, a lunar eclipse was probably a once-in-a-lifetime event sure to provoke mass hysteria, bacchanalian orgies etc.)
Benjamin and I were speaking on similar topics last night after randomly encountering each other and him doing the favour of buying me coffee. I quite like talking to Benjamin; he's this lovely philosophical opposite of me, but he's not so egotistical about it that he's not willing to share ideas with someone who operates in a completely different manner concerning opinions on the concepts of personality, practicality vs. abstractionism, dogs and cats: the list goes on. Of course, now that we've covered all the important topics, we've reduced ourselves to minutiae as far as conversation is concerned.
Run-on sentences, ahoy!
Going back to the first paragraph, why the hell did western culture reject all the fun gods? Monotheism is great and all- some amazing literature has come out of it- but somehow I don't think I could see Jehovallahsus Christweh dressing up in the wonderfully outrageous fashions that all of the polytheistic gods get- I mean, what would get more attention on a catwalk, a simple robe or a necklace of skulls? A longer-than-necessary beard or a wig made of gold? Granted, stigmata are the ultimate fashion accessory, but that's an exception to the rule, so far as I know. Plus, think of the mess.
(Random thought: There's something very ah... shall we say, "lunar" about stigmata, isn't there?)