/lit/ - Literature

>>14048985
>I gotta get out of my head
Kind of, I guess - I don't know how one would do that, get out of one's head. I am a gloomy person, too. Here are things that might be helpful: Write nonsense poems; write small simple naive songs; steal another poets style and use it a while; tell a little story; read fairytales; watch Over the Garden Wall; read Alice's Adventure in Wonderland; take a walk and hum a melody, improvise a little bit; do other things of this nature. You don't need to get out of your head; maybe it's enough to get out of your comfort zone. Don't write some eternal poetry, write something that is joyful and fun and just for one minute.

collected ramblings:

I'm thinking about certain parts of the bible, like God saying "You cannot see my face" or "Do not make images of God" in the old testament, or the time Jesus is asked for proof that God exists, and he says "There cannot be proof, because God is invisible". Now, most believers will take the approach you mentioned: "God exists as a supernatural being that still lies in existence"
I disagree strongly with this. To say "God is such and such, and has this and this property" is already too much. Too many ideas that presuppose God's visibility; too many images of God being made, so to speak - what nonsense! To make an image of an invisible thing. Now, what is an invisible thing? A thing without properties, a thing without form, void, 0. A no-thing. A thing without thingness, an empty thing. To talk about such a thing (no-thing) makes one sound like a student dressed up as Heidegger. What I'm getting at is this: God is invisible. What can be said about God? Nothing. What are we to think about when we think about God: Nothing. No matter which way you turn God, which side you look at, which curtain you lift: you always encounter Nothing. All this talk and philosophizing about God is like putting a kingly gown on ghostly shoulders (and not even ghostly shoulders, but non-shoulders - because a ghost is already too much of a thing. a ghost's ghost's shoulders maybe). This is in fact my christianity fanfic.

If I wanted to practice this kind of Christianity, I'd be something like a Zen monk or certain kinds of mystics. Nothing mind is God mind. Like Meister Eckhart said: if you do not attach to your Self, your emotions and thoughts, you will become an empty vessel - and into this emptiness God will pour like water from big rain clouds automatically. Now, I'd add: This image of God pouring into your empty vessel is misleading, because the emptiness itself is already God - there is no extra step of filling water into the glass. Thank you for listening.

>Religion = something + dignified solemnity.
Christianity's something is Love. Christianity is the poetics of Love. If you center your life around Love, you are a Christian. Love is your main dish, crispy wild boar roast, while everything else is the garnish, the cranberries and the lettuce. Love is God, that which humbles you, that in which's presence you cast aside your Self. If you believe in Love as the guiding principle, you believe in God; for one is not different from the other. You might say "Love is just chemicals"; ok, then God is the sublimation of certain chemicals; do you think I'm afraid of weird statements? Love makes the unreasonable reasonable.

God is that which is put above all other things and which is prayed to and believed in. "Love", "chemicals", "God" - jut words. You know what is meant when it is said that "Love is God" and "God is Love" and "Believe in God" and "You need no proof" and "Just make Love the sun of your life" - What more do you need to know? Just do it - thats what I think. Never have I thought to myself, when someone said "I believe love is the most important thing", "What a fool!", always have I thought "Good for you". Because some Gods are like heavy weight on your shoulders, and some are like wings; some lead you to the abyss and stop, while some spread out like an ethereal bridge and let you cross over.

Boredom blooms -
Poem for a space of time -
Monkey flower

Winter sings in foreign Tongues,
Foreign Birds from distant Shores;
Slow like Snowfall quietly comes
Bluish Nighttime's bright Before.

Slowly, slowly, Word for Word
You, too, become a Winterbird.

>>14015387
Because my brain is not very strong and cannot hold many things at once. All I really know is the Sermon on the Mount and a little bit of meditation practice from reading a Kwan-Um-School Zen Buddhism book. If you have the power to look into many religions, and if you feel that your looking is helping you grow, then do it do it do it. I feel like any reading makes my mind hazy, because it gets too crowded in there - so I don't read and do practice instead. Good luck.

It is easier to be authentic and aesthetic leading a moral life.