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More Real, More Permanent

In the Book of Daniel, the Son of Man is not a personification of the righteous community, but is conceived, in mythological fashion, as its heavenly doppelgänger. Now it is characteristic of mythological thinking that such a doppelgänger is conceived to be more real and permanent than its earthly counterpart and prior to it in the order of being. (From a modern critical perspective, the reverse is true. It "is a question of men before it is a question of angels." The human community is the datum of our experience and knowledge. The heavenly counterpart is posited on the basis of this datum.)

Tangible

What I wanted, most deeply, was to depict a case of religious hysteria or, if you will, a schizophrenic individual with heavily religious tendencies. Martin, the husband, struggles with his god in order to win Karin back to his world. But since he is the type of person who needs that which is tangible, his efforts are in vain.

Angels and Demons

The world is mysterious and revelation must be transmitted from a supernatural source, through the mediation of angels; there is a hidden world of angels and demons that is directly relevant to human destiny; and this destiny is finally determined by a definitive eschatological judgment.

Crackpots

 It's hard to tell the difference of a prophet from a crackpot;  I wouldn't blame you if you'd rather stay in bed.

The Crazy Story

Once upon a time, there was a city full of buildings. One day, the sun was not rising up. Then something worse was happening. All the buildings were wobbly. Crashing into each other. They used the magic wand again. Then something really bad happened. Everyone was falling off the buildings, the humans were switching buildings. So the humans put a magic rainbow. Every building was having little cracks, so then every day they glued them back. And it turns out the whole earth was upside down.

Dystopia Is Not Evenly Distributed

The end of the world is already here; it’s just not very evenly distributed.

I Don't See It

When they closin' all the curtains to convince you that it's night time, Don't believe 'em, Don't believe 'em.

In Memoriam: George Floyd

Beware of agitators and instigators who use legitimate protests to ignite chaos between protestors and police.

United and Absorbed

So rests the sky against the earth. The dark, still lake in the lap of the forest. As a husband embraces his wife's body in faithful tenderness, so the bare ground and trees are embraced by the still, high light of the morning. I feel an ache of longing to share in this embrace, to be united and absorbed. A longing like carnal desire...Content? No, no, no—but refreshed, rested—while waiting.

Glimpses of Truth Hidden Underneath

When you look closely at the seams between order and chaos, do you see the same things I see? The strain, the tears, the glimpses of truth hidden underneath. Why do they fight so desperately to mask what they are? Or is it that they become who they are when they put on the mask?