Without desire there is no creation
Oct. 6th, 2005 03:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pjthompsonQuote of the day:
" 'Tat twam asi,' say the scriptures—'you are That.' You are the divine light playing with itself, always creating, always molding, always seeking shape and form and expression. Therefore, you see, we must honor desire. Without desire there is no creation. That is why we tell stories about desire and love."
—ancient East Indian creation myth, quoted by Jalaja Bonheim, Aphrodite's Daughters
Things I won't miss about my apartment of the day:
The kid next door (maybe six or seven) who is being pimped to Hollywood and is constantly singing and rehearsing lines. Apparently, he's been told it's important to sing as loud as he can. I can't say he hits sour notes, but there's very little that's musical about them. They are loud and on pitch, but practically atonal.
One day he was out on the balcony with the woman who is either his mother or grandmother (I haven't been able to determine the relationship and am not all that interested). I was working on my computer in my bedroom with the bathroom window open. I heard her ask him a question, but didn't hear what she said. "I have!" he said quite indignantly.
She made another sotto voce comment, and he snapped, "Oh, all right!"
Then his peeved tone turned almost sappy: "Dear God, I'm really sorry about what happened to my brother. I didn't want it to happen, and I didn't mean it to happen, and I'm really, really, sorry. So, please, God, please take care of my family and make things okay."
His peeved tone returned: "How's that?" followed by another sotto voce comment from granny and the opening and closing of their sliding glass door.
Either he was rehearsing some lines or that was one of the oddest conversations I'd ever been forced to eavesdrop on.
Picture of the day:
One of the things I will miss about my apartment.
" 'Tat twam asi,' say the scriptures—'you are That.' You are the divine light playing with itself, always creating, always molding, always seeking shape and form and expression. Therefore, you see, we must honor desire. Without desire there is no creation. That is why we tell stories about desire and love."
—ancient East Indian creation myth, quoted by Jalaja Bonheim, Aphrodite's Daughters
Things I won't miss about my apartment of the day:
The kid next door (maybe six or seven) who is being pimped to Hollywood and is constantly singing and rehearsing lines. Apparently, he's been told it's important to sing as loud as he can. I can't say he hits sour notes, but there's very little that's musical about them. They are loud and on pitch, but practically atonal.
One day he was out on the balcony with the woman who is either his mother or grandmother (I haven't been able to determine the relationship and am not all that interested). I was working on my computer in my bedroom with the bathroom window open. I heard her ask him a question, but didn't hear what she said. "I have!" he said quite indignantly.
She made another sotto voce comment, and he snapped, "Oh, all right!"
Then his peeved tone turned almost sappy: "Dear God, I'm really sorry about what happened to my brother. I didn't want it to happen, and I didn't mean it to happen, and I'm really, really, sorry. So, please, God, please take care of my family and make things okay."
His peeved tone returned: "How's that?" followed by another sotto voce comment from granny and the opening and closing of their sliding glass door.
Either he was rehearsing some lines or that was one of the oddest conversations I'd ever been forced to eavesdrop on.
Picture of the day:
One of the things I will miss about my apartment.