Pondering
So.... why is it that I blog? Why is it that I sit here night after night waiting? What am I waiting for? Some magical answer? Cause there is none. There's no freaking answer, life is comprised of incidents leading to death or the prevention of death. Think about it. Anything can be categorized in that way. Nothing is in the middle. No freaking gray area. I hate gray. Everything should be black or white, but no decisions in life are really like that, are they? You could help someone or you could read scriptures. Both are good, one is better. I think helping someone is better. Cause guess what... you have a limited chance to help people.
I went to see 46 etchings of Rembrandt today. It was..... breathtaking. He's always been one of my favorites. I even saw a collection of Durer.... who is like my hero. They're right.... staring into Rembrandt's work... when he wanted to, he could make someone stare into the depths of your soul. There's one.... something like Removal from the Cross Second Plate that Rembrandt is just off center. He's on a ladder, helping three others with the lifeless body of Christ. He is firmly holding up Christ by one arm. But it's gentle. He is looking out... looking to you. Looks a lot like Beethoven, funny enough. But.... astounding. One of my problems with the Bible has been Abraham. I mean.... the whole Middle East conflict.... has it's roots in Abraham's decision to cast out his own son. But..... I almost accept it now. Like..... looking at his etching.... this one, Abraham has one hand beckoning towards the house, the other at his son and what's her face, and you can see the division... you can see how hard it was.... this wasn't just.... I..... it showed me that it was hard. Heh, best part of it is that Sarah is leaning out a smile in a toothless grin. No longer is it so much Abraham's sin.... but Sarah's....
I hate this..... I mean.... BRAH!
I need to cut my hair.
Sometimes I think I'm alone... completely alone. That all I am is this.... all that exists is right here with me.... not that everyone has died, simply that they don't exist. And then the whole.... reality crap sets in.
I went to see 46 etchings of Rembrandt today. It was..... breathtaking. He's always been one of my favorites. I even saw a collection of Durer.... who is like my hero. They're right.... staring into Rembrandt's work... when he wanted to, he could make someone stare into the depths of your soul. There's one.... something like Removal from the Cross Second Plate that Rembrandt is just off center. He's on a ladder, helping three others with the lifeless body of Christ. He is firmly holding up Christ by one arm. But it's gentle. He is looking out... looking to you. Looks a lot like Beethoven, funny enough. But.... astounding. One of my problems with the Bible has been Abraham. I mean.... the whole Middle East conflict.... has it's roots in Abraham's decision to cast out his own son. But..... I almost accept it now. Like..... looking at his etching.... this one, Abraham has one hand beckoning towards the house, the other at his son and what's her face, and you can see the division... you can see how hard it was.... this wasn't just.... I..... it showed me that it was hard. Heh, best part of it is that Sarah is leaning out a smile in a toothless grin. No longer is it so much Abraham's sin.... but Sarah's....
I hate this..... I mean.... BRAH!
I need to cut my hair.
Sometimes I think I'm alone... completely alone. That all I am is this.... all that exists is right here with me.... not that everyone has died, simply that they don't exist. And then the whole.... reality crap sets in.
posted by Cynic at 10:00 PM
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