Don’t we all just want to be loved? And to have someone to love? Or failing that (for whatever gods-boringly complicated reasons), something?
Whether it be music, photography, food, sex, TV, gundam kit building … whatever takes your fancy. Just seek to love that experience in its moment, without worry for the impact beyond. Sure it’s selfish, if you wanna get all humanistically christian about it … but what the fuck do the god-botherers know with all their faith and glory? They who rape those under their wing, whose god subjects his ordinary faithful to banal, carnal suffering with only the dim hope of eternal bliss? I mean, let’s face it, even bliss would start to grate after the first millenium or so, if it had to be spent with an addled twat like Jehovah. (Well, as he’s represented by his earth-side employees, anyway … adds the author, with a nod to any gods who might happen by.)
Like pinching someone’s wrist to wake them from a faint, suffering is to remind us we’re alive – and that we are alive means we are at liberty to pursue our happiness, whatever that may entail. So long, of course, as we don’t impact too dearly on the overall prospects of the DNA virus that began it all, or else mother nature will likely kick back with a lethal sting.
One must take one’s happiness where it stands, lest bland, carnal suffering bleeds its stain into one’s soul at the expense of any other hue. Yes, I wrote “soul” … but don’t think it means I owe allegiance to any god. Quite the contrary. Those bastards have done so little to impress in the last couple of thousand years that they should be scrambling to attract our attention, our love.
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I’m back, bitches. Love me if you must, but don’t expect a reply.
Remember: hope for the best, expect the worst.
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If nothing else this blog stands, as long as suffered by its hosts, as a small, möbius-stripped monument to the perils of hubris.
Speaking of which … if I get around to editing my next post, it may also include my own monument to the crapulence of Autechre’s recent Sydney gig. Yes, I think I just might. Maybe. “Announcing your intentions is a good way to hear god laugh,” I think, was what Al said to Doc Cochrane.
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