Double Down on Murder; Page Two!
Read and re-blog, won’t you?
Hard boiled got nothin on Juan!
Sikhism, Awesome Style
Sikh woman insulted for being hairy - “baptized Sikhs believe in the sacredness of this body – it is a gift that has been given to us by the Divine Being [which is genderless, actually] and, must keep it intact as a submission to the divine will. Just as a child doesn’t reject the gift of his/her parents, Sikhs do not reject the body that has been given to us. By crying “mine, mine” and changing this body-tool, we are essentially living in ego and creating a separateness between ourselves and the divinity within us. By transcending societal views of beauty, I believe that I can focus more on my actions. My attitude and thoughts and actions have more value in them than my body because I recognize that this body is just going to become ash in the end, so why fuss about it? When I die, no one is going to remember what I looked like, heck, my kids will forget my voice, and slowly, all physical memory will fade away. However, my impact and legacy will remain; and, by not focusing on the physical beauty, I have time to cultivate those inner virtues and hopefully, focus my life on creating change and progress for this world in any way I can.
Neurotic Fridays: Kim Stanley Robinson
KSR accidentally wrote this book as a koan between chapters in one of his shorter works.
Sequence Title: The Only Way Out is in a Magnetic Bottle
Considered this one for a while for either a death or pooping sequence. It may still find its way into the narrative somehow.
WIP Wednesday: I Tried
OLD MAN: I was desperate to make a difference. I spent my days blasting around the planet trying to alleviate the suffering that comes with death. Half a million people died every day back then. It was an impossible job, and I didn’t know that right away. I didn’t do the numbers. There are only 24 hours in a day, 1440 minutes, 86400 seconds.
Five percent. That was my personal best. Food and water for starving people, and if I don’t miss my guess they lived that day only to die a little later. They accused me of whoring for the camera, but the truth was I just did the biggest things I could find.
I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal,
I died as animal and I was Man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar
With angels blest; but even from angelhood
I must pass on: all except God doth perish.
When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,
I shall become what no mind e’er conceived.
Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existence
Proclaims in organ tones, To Him we shall return.
- Rumi, “I Died as a Mineral”, as translated in The Mystics of Islam(1914) edited by Reynold Alleyne Nicholson, p. 125 as sourced at http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Rumi