Why are there no mainstream female Gods? Why are there no real female prophets, priests, or heroines?
Sure, there was Mary, who was actually superhuman I guess, with the virgin birth & all. Religion will teach you that virginity is the only way a god can be born…since all the pleasure & utilitarianism of sex doesn’t have a place at the alter.
Can it be that all the religious texts were written by men? If you were an ancient man, & you were 1)trying to figure out your surroundings & existence itself, & 2)trying to
run shit organize a civilization…wouldn’t you craft the Big Kahuna in the same gender you were?
Now, what if a woman’s natural attractive aura drove you naturally wild, & this power over you angered your fragile, tiny ego? What if you haven’t figured out that maybe the best people will come from a better sexual union…&/or, you don’t have the game or the brains to attract a real woman? Would you then deem this feminine sexual power evil, & do it in your new Big God Voice?
I guess I’m just sick of traditional religious mores pretending to be god, & worse, pretending that women are second class. To me, this led to a few things, like our ancestors marrying just to have sex, & the subsequent marriage/offspring being inferior to a more considered union. Oh, & prurient outlets like simple T & A displays where what the woman is & stands for is subsumed by what she isn’t & how she lays. I’ve always said that condemning sex just buries it deeper into “dirty”land, & then even the best amongst us get tricked to hide what’s naturally sexy.
I’m just curious of a world that honours sex with the respect we give to something that creates new life. I’m just not sure you’re a real man if you just fuck, & I’m not sure you’re a true woman if you just care about how attractive the mounds of fat above your heart are.
So like usual, ladies…I guess the pressure is on you, *&* you have to clean up our mess (just this one last time). If you’re kicking ass & living up to the creation engine that you naturally are…not only will you assume your rightful place of worship (Yahweh & Allah need a shave & a hot shower…they haven’t been attractive for years)—but then the whole man race will have to pick up their game to even remotely attract you. But if you think about it…just be your goddamn self. This whole thing is built (by the real god) for you to inspire. & if you’re simply emanating your natural, strong, limitless selves in your everyday adventures…eventually men have to follow. & maybe then they’d be man enough to lead…
I think the theme of this blog is we’re getting smarter, goddamitt, & if you’re not, get out of the way. & as we treat sex not as some forbidden, empty vat of candy—& we’re waiting longer to find a better life partner—& as we grow our self respect individually to the point that our sexual act is our ultimate expression of our love of self, our partner, & fuck, god…maybe this ‘lil rock will get populated with a better species. With overpopulation, we certainly don’t have to procreate any more…but just like with satellites, wi-fi, & stem cells—what if we create like the gods we are…
You realize you’re living in a simulation, right?
You go to a job instead of hunting. You trade money instead of taking. & you pay rent or a mortgage instead of just settling wherever the hell you please.
So it’s ironic that in an age where life is easier than ever…that we sometimes forget to simulate for our health.
I notice so many people, kids especially, are just enjoying all of our technological advances…advances that allow us to communicate instantly, or to get lost in a video game virtual world, or surf the internet all day, gleaning knowledge.
But we forget that our bodies need to stay on our “simulation of nature” path. & if you’re hunting & gathering for food & shelter, there’s no way you ever get out of shape.
So yes, in a way this simulation is faking reality…but by often improving upon it. But reality tends to catch up to cheaters…& as our healthcare costs spiral out of control, obviously we’re cheating the biggest reality of all—our bodies.
& since we don’t have to hunt for our food anymore…another reality is getting lost—the reward system & stress blow-out of physical exertion. I wonder how much stress we’re all carrying around, & eventually it has to come out…but since we’re laying around in our technical paradise, this pent-up energy is gonna come out in some mighty weird ways.
We are part of nature, & the modern world apes nature in almost every way—except nature is never weak. Our brains have allowed us to become weak. Survival of the fittest might actually come true…
As we move towards being born with white cords coming out of our ears, I wonder—has listening to our music easier made our music too easy?
Music used to have to be earned—you’d have to actually leave your house to go to a concert hall, just to hear the newest concerto performed. Eventually phonograph & vinyl came into play, & brought music into the home. The intimacy of cozying up to your speakers & investing time into letting a new music piece wash over you became a sort of ritual. *I am going to sit HERE & take in ALL of this work.* It truly became an exchange between artist & listener, & both parties trusted the other to fulfill their end of the bargain…even though that bargain was the only thing for sale.
Nowadays, we can pack a million songs into a tic-tac, & access sounds & expressions to our whims. Music in the past often seemed to mirror our struggle & journey as humans. To me, a clean, portable listening device would seem to almost dictate a clean, portable listening experience in the music itself. No way does 60′s & 70′s rock & roll take off on an ipod. If the very vibe of an ipod is living ease & a certain conquering of all that effort to invest in an artist…will music become as light the mode it’s played in?
Since I’ve gotten my ipod (yes, 3 months ago…yes, I was late with cds & cell phones too), I find myself veering towards move groove-oriented music. I’m “lucky” enough to have a job that allows me to listen to the ipod all day, but I since I have to do somewhat tedious & mind-numbing work…a good, light groove seems to often be in order (though, buffeted by intelligent podcasts). & is the drive home truly enough time to really dive into the crux of an album? Sure, since I’m old, I know about the classics, be it symphonies or the 70′s…but if I was a 13 year old kid, & I only listened to music on the way to my next thing—is a simple dance or rap song more in order? & how does that order my 13 year old brain cells?
The sheer fact that the entirety of recorded music is just ready & available @ any time is goddamn brilliant. But with no real money going towards investment of mass scale art in music (because this portable utopia also is often illegal & free)…is meaningful music going the way of the record player?
Maybe with information so readily available, as well as humans getting smarter about human relationships, we don’t need an artist to “instruct” us, or even inspire us as often. Small, complex indie movie dramas also seem to be getting crowded out by superhero tales, with simple, righteous morals & clearly delineated characters. The modern world seems be a cacophony, & global events seem to be getting more complicated by the day—so maybe a fun, tasty groove, or an eye-bending movie journey is the medicine for a growing brain that has to deal with it all.
Hopefully the brilliant ease of enveloping mp3s, 3d, & video games…doesn’t just make us soft all around.
Since we are all learning creatures, whether we realize it or not…how much of our lovelife is dictated by love stories?
Nowadays, love stories are often in the guise of romantic comedies or maudlin dramas. The idea to meet “the one”, have a whirlwind courtship, get married, & live happily never divorced seems as if it is biblical in both it’s acceptance as gospel…& in its fealty to nonsense.
I’m not saying this path can’t be courted, seduced, & lived…but how many divorces do we have to bear before we realize that true love (or more accurately, a working love) simply has to be smarter by its very definition. Because the obvious sequel to the love story is the children’s tale, & the same axiom applies here as in religion—we cannot allow immaturity to raise our youth, be it playwright or pastor.
I’m glad people are waiting longer till they at least attempt a lasting partnership, be it legal or otherwise. This can only add experience, depth, wisdom, & maybe even a better understanding of what love actually is. Too often our grand love tales are crafted by jilted, wistfully lonely writers expressing how they wish their lovelives turned out. This acceptance & propping up of unreality then gets filtered through the culture till some fantasy is acceptable as the realistic goal. It’s quite possible now that most of life is generally figured out, including the prices & pleasures of sex, commitment, & even gender relations…our sappy love tales will be restricted to doe-eyed teens falling in love with pale, sparkling guys who refuse to bite you & give you eternal life (or tick-ridden werepuppies who have to…& probably should…be taken out). The twilight of a genre indeed…
The fairytale was always a bit of a fraud. Nowadays we know the prince is going bald, the princess is seemingly becoming anorexic, the future king is a divorcee, & this king doesn’t actually officially rule anything. A writer is king of his world, yet sometimes he presents it to us as past fact, or something to actually grab. But more & more we’re learning that sex isn’t cheap, but it also isn’t naughty…love takes a little work, but the smarter we work the easier this love will make our life…& then maybe the children we write will become little screenplays that actually work in 3D—sans the myopic glasses.
Is there such thing as tragedy? & do you have to worry about death?
I sometimes wonder if this whole damn thing is a test. I heard some intelligent souls bandying about yesterday about different dimensions, & if this dimension is simply “middle school” in the grand class of existence (thank you Mr. Sparks & Mr. Rogan). This thought dovetailed nicely into something I’ve noticed for a few years now—some truly special souls sometimes seem to leave us awfully early.
In my mind, there’s always been a certain purity of existence worth tapping into. My biggest problem to date has been allowing myself to be frustrated with all the “imperfections” in god & in man, & allowing myself to either get caught up in railing against such “injustices”…or simply shutting down, & refusing to participate in such a dirty & ugly world.
2 years ago, I was right in the middle of working manual labour in oppressive summer heat—a job I only took because my “brain” would be saved for less earthly, more arty pleasures & pursuits—when it occurred to me…”Everything is God”. If Creation DNA is literally in every single thing in existence, well then…there can never be true evil, nor waste, nor sin, nor strife. & this is nicely buffered with the fact that nature—the “god DNA”—is always looking to improve itself. So YES when we see something we perceive as evil, we can act as the agents of nature & try to direct it towards its more correctly productive path. But in the end, we do have a limit to our control, & the ultimate wisdom seems to me trusting & knowing that Nature (god, if you like) will absorb & absolve everything in the end.
So while early death seems the most senseless & tragic of all human experience, I sometimes wonder if that soul got a reward—they exhibited a certain purity of spirit, & the *gods that be* determined that their energy & experience were wasted on such “middle school” pursuits. If anything, this thought salves a certain apprehension of death, as if you’re still plugging away for your own reward, & that’s the only reason you’re alive.
Of course, since we’re not allowed to know if any of the above is true, we also have to obey the seeming finiteness of it All. More & more, I see the two main American political parties almost have it right—liberals see the finiteness, & want to bend & shape existence into something according to their brain power (playing God, as it were)…while conservatives want to let markets & free will shape our experience (while trusting the Fairytale God of their ancient books). Both philosophies have a fatal flaw…not trusting in the wisdom of the universe (i.e., you can’t overplay God, & you can’t just obey the old plays of “God”). “Coincidence” & “chance” might just be broad paint strokes in the grand mosaic, just like “tragic death” & “bad luck”.
More & more, the most obvious thought seems to be to create & exhibit positive energy (energy, the very currency of existence)…& then rest peacefully, knowing you haven’t earned your reward yet. This is why suicide bombers who take innocent lives probably don’t get their reward, because they betray two of the main pillars—reason (believing in a faith that doesn’t make much sense), & good will.
Failure, memory, regret, moods, & hate don’t actually exist. Our nerves, our firing synapses, & death are the only things with any sort of reality. So control what is in your grasp…& then bear witness to the logic unfolding in front of you. There’s an order to the chaos…even in what order we seem to leave here…
a spark is a primitive notion
obeyed as needed, & no more
a lark is a trip across the ocean
portrayed as seeded, & evermore
really, who are you to say
what is love to you, or to I
really, to whom do you pray
the molecules & atoms, that make up the sky?
see, it all comes down to this
how much love are you willing to show
& it can all drown in “bliss”
unless we two just continue to grow
erase the shelter
unleashed upon your soul
time is smelting your panting heart
into something you can barely control
opine the needed, & the never known
heaven & hell are witnessing the farce
that your seeds ever needed to be sown
see I understand the arrogance
the net of the win of matrimony
but evolution bathes in sense
church & state revealed as the phonies
mutually assured instruction
2 souls on a journey of parallels
separately obtained production
brought together to fulfill the well
the love I feel for you
is the ultimate respect for myself
& the world learns through & true
that no baby should be born into hell…
walk into your house
mortgaging your seed
your payment bets you
your concrete teepee
for the landlord was once a warlord
through this field he plowed men
someone’s land has heirs
& the price is now your rent
walk into a store
pay what you need
let your credit get you
let the greed bleed
for on this storefloor was a battle
through this window was a front
someone decided this land was theirs
& the negotiation was a trigger or a grunt
moving towards fear
a rich mind feeds the poor
moving forward here
the rent based on war
moving backward there?
is that the best we can do
a war in the past
or a war for you
restitution will become an institution
someone with a gun deciding your fate
or do you want someone with a price over your head
that you are free to pay