to know in one’s body (and is there other knowledge?) that there are great truths, as equally from those we love as those seemingly outside of love, that wholly negate us is to glimpse god and in glimpsing die. that humans at various times say god cannot be glimpsed as it is outside existence or that we can glimpse god (even if this be but as god is us) and live only reveals that humans say much.
that god lives in the conforming sectors,
those that accept the order of existence and mould their lives to this
acceptance and call the moulding wisdom or pragmatism or both or other, that
these sectors are the only places god can live (according to that order’s
visions of life), hardly negates god’s living absence: rather, all words (and if god is anything it
is all words) have these qualities of multiple citizenship, disorientations,
and god is a way of exploring these qualities.
god’s official and legal dwelling is in these
sectors – what are called religion, temples, shrines, churches, sacraments,
sacerdotal embodiments, established sacred texts, notions and acts of piety,
vestments and altars, and by many other names – and, while maintaining certain
ironies and necessities, these resident in an inexplicably turpitudinous
absence of absence, explicitly and complicitly cooperates in the mouldings, a
requisite sector, through ancient prescriptions that don the sartorially
visible structures of the day.
while only no one can know where god dwells,
god’s de facto dwelling is oracular – in pointings and silences and strange
visitations, the plays and shadow flickerings of memory on time’s unattended and broken stage.
certain articulations in the folds of the
manifestations of god have claimed to discern good and evil; others have
seemingly simply asked how great the distance is between them. in holding these and other measurements and prepositions inside of us – in
our thoughts and actions – do we possibly give ourselves opportunities to
glimpse god and die.
why die before death? isn’t the death we name death a drop of rain
among the countless drops, and each a death, so dying before death is a portal
to a mode of seeing rain? god is just a
way of seeing rain.
that the human remains so committed to turning rain to stone and thinks that if it were to give this turning up it would die are not holdings without truth; but were it to test other turnings, would it not then turn to liquid ways among the elements of evolution?
that the human remains so committed to turning rain to stone and thinks that if it were to give this turning up it would die are not holdings without truth; but were it to test other turnings, would it not then turn to liquid ways among the elements of evolution?
