No hurry in Africa. Every time I hear these words from random strangers I smile. Deadlines are quite the bummers. Perpetual loops of fear that just keep repeating themselves. At last there is summation of terror when the dreadful day is upon you. Then nothing. Life keeps on lifing and you live to suffer the same fate again and again. Despite the fact that it drains energy. The falseness of fear never dawns on me. One is so conditioned to hoping or despairing that there is no room for level headedness. One is impatient and so hung up on time. I wonder what would happen if I were humble. If I did not fall into despair or climb that ladder of hope. If I beheld this dread with affection. If I were motionless afraid of scaring it away like it was some bird of beauty. This all sounds romantic. Fear is generally a bad thing. One should do away with it as soon as soonest. That does not take though. It does not work. It is the way of knowers. It is difficult to be saying "I know" and listen. I say this because "I know*. Do you also "know" ?

At my funeral, can someone dress up in all black with an umbrella and watch from distance?
So my family think I had something big going on🙂

@naughtiesonly

Sometimes I pause Eminem songs.
Just to let him breathe🙂

True this

Namby pamby is a phrase I learnt this week. It means sweet and childish. Disapprovingly of course. It reminded me of this jibber jabber I would like to call writing. Making something out of nothing. I have been thinking about the role I play in my own suffering, let alone the suffering of others. What does one do when this is all one knows? What is the point of being good if it is a striving. If it stands as an opposite to the bad, is it really good? I have tried changing myself for a very long time. It is hard not to be a victim of spiritual pride after a milestone or two. A glimpse of the falseness of trying to be better leaves one in quite a hopeless place. Standing, or sitting alone and naked. It is commonly accepted that for a tree to extend to the heavens its roots have got to reach hell. Of hell Dante writes abandon all hope all ye who enter here. It is difficult to do namby pamby hopes around a question such as hopelessness. It is nothing, not a thing. Words are a poor translation.

Create in me a clean heart

@hikayed

ሕዝቡም በአንተ ደስ ይላቸዋል -
መዝሙረ ዳዊት 85:6

#orthodox #bibleverse #christianity

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