I just finished reading the book of Genesis this morning.
I’m not impressed.
My mother, who is my spiritual mentor, told me not to. She told me we’d go through it together soon. She understands that it’s difficult.
Incest. Infanticide. Polygamy. (Which I actually have no problem with, assuming it’s amongst consenting adults!) Lying about a woman being your sister so that your wife ends up in bed with someone else. Floods wrought by God to destroy most of the world. Etc.
I’m cool with myths. I’m cool with parables, with literary interpretation, with grappling with cosmic issues.
But now that I’ve read these stories thoroughly, stories that I’d only heard piecemeal or in children’s stories, now I realize: if you take the Bible LITERALLY, word for word, I-can-quote-it-and-claim-it-as-literal-truth, then I have nothing to say to you.
“The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao.”
1 Cor 13:8
Not the equivalent of “Hope is for suckers.”
Hope, I will agree, is often a lofty, unrealistic, weak cop-out. I’ll just sit here and hope instead of standing up and DOING something.
Love is real. Love is action. Love stands up to fight, sits down to comfort, walks hand in hand, stirs the pot of chili, folds the clothes, goes to work to bring home the bacon, plays catch, reads a story, listens to the wind in the trees, reads, thinks, watches, connects. Love does the very best it can, then trusts. Love loves, despite appearances.
Love never fails.
Lots of my studying lately has been bringing up evolution of consciousness.
I spent over 20 years writing my thoughts in journals read only by me.
Somehow I imagined blogging would be even better, inviting new perspectives to shine their unique light on my own point of view.
Despite the rare meaningful encounter, I have arrived at total disillusionment.
This medium appears to be all flash, self-promotion and tediously predictable argument.
I no longer know how to approach it.
That’s all for now.