To wash and rinse our souls of their age-old sorrows,We drained a hundred jugs of wine.A splendid night it was . . . .In the clear moonlight we were loath to go to bed,But at last drunkenness overtook us;And we laid ourselves down on the empty mountain,The earth for pillow, and the great heaven for coverlet
Marriage is a lot of things - a source of love, security, the joy of children, but it's also an interpersonal battlefield, and it's not hard to see why: Take two disparate people, toss them together in often-confined quarters, add the stresses of money and kids - now lather, rinse, repeat for the rest of your natural life. What could go wrong?
Some people like to read so many [Bible] chapters every day. I would not dissuade them from the practice, but I would rather lay my soul asoak in half a dozen verses all day than rinse my hand in several chapters. Oh, to be bathed in a text of Scripture, and to let it be sucked up in your very soul, till it saturates your heart!
Why should anyone raise an eyebrow because a latter-day Einstein's wife expects her husband to put aside that lifeless theory of relativity and help her with the work that is supposed to be the essence of life itself: diaper the baby and don't forge to rinse the soiled diaper in the toilet paper before putting it in the diaper pail, and then wax the kitchen floor.
Truth be told, John said, the one thing in this world I want more than anything else is a great big crowbar, to jimmy myself open and take whatever creature that's sitting inside and shake it clean like a rug and then rinse it in a cold, clear lake like up in Oregon, and then I want to put it under the sun to let it heal and dry and grow and sit and come to consciousness again with a clear and quiet mind.
For Equilibrium, a Blessing: Like the joy of the sea coming home to shore, May the relief of laughter rinse through your soul. As the wind loves to call things to dance, May your gravity by lightened by grace. Like the dignity of moonlight restoring the earth, May your thoughts incline with reverence and respect. As water takes whatever shape it is in, So free may you be about who you become. As silence smiles on the other side of what's said, May your sense of irony bring perspective. As time remains free of all that it frames, May your mind stay clear of all it names. May your prayer of listening deepen enough to hear in the depths the laughter of god.
When we talk about the theology of 'God is Dead, ' this means that the notion of God must be dead in order for God to reveal himself as a reality. The theologians, if they only use concepts, and not direct experience, are not very helpful. The same goes for nirvana, which is something to be touched and lived and not discussed and described. We have notions that distort truth, reality. A Zen master said the following to a large assembly: 'My friends, every time I use the word Buddha, I suffer. I am allergic to it. Every time I do it, I have to go to the bathroom and rinse my mouth three times in succession.' He said this in order to help his disciples not to get caught up in the notion of Buddha. The Buddha is one thing, but the notion of Buddha is another.
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The Bad-Moon Girls appear on days when Dad doesn't know what he is thinking, or even if he is thinking. Those days can weigh less than air or more than an ocean. He has blank thoughts without feelings, followed by heavy feelings without thoughts. Time means nothing. A minute ticks by in the same rhythm as an entire day. He can look at one thing for an hour without moving. He can see me or Victor without knowing we are in the room, peering at us as if we are underwater, moving in warped slow motion. After the nothingness, he wades through a stagnant lake with the moon reflected in it, waiting for the daylight to rinse it away. He almost drowns while time ticks on. The sky is filled with black milk. No stars. Two days can pass before he surfaces. Dad's brain-switch, the focusing thing the rest of us switch on to make things look better, is a bit buggered. Those are his words, not mine. The Bad-Moon Girls whisper evil in Dad's ear, the sort of women who would set their own mother on fire if there were no other way to light their cigarettes. The trouble is, they can follow. Just as we were setting off to Clacton last autumn, they hunted him down.
NAMELESS GOONS WITH US, THEY DON'T PLAY CAN'T WALK THROUGH HERE, WALK THAT WAY I'M SEEING ALL THIS FROM THE FIRST DAY SEEN A LOT, SEEN THE BOTTOM OF THE GAME AND THE TOP SOME DAYS I ASK MYSELF THIS, THOUGH "WHY YOU GIVING ALL YOUR MONEY TO A SHOP?" BETTER PUT YOUR MONEY IN A BRICK SO WHEN YOU'RE 40, YOU WON'T FEEL SICK BETTER PUT YOUR MONEY IN A BRICK SO WHEN YOU'RE 40, YOU WON'T FEEL SICK WHAT'D YOU WANNA DO? SPEND A MILLION OR TWO ON YOUR FAMILY OR YOU COULD SPEND IT ON YOUR CREW BEFORE YOU REALISE THAT YOU GOTTA HAVE A HOUSE THESE ARE THE IDIOT TINGS WE DO NOW IT'S BACK ON THE GRIZZLE, STANDARD I'M BLACKING OUT LIKE WRETCH 32 CERTAIN LABELS WANNA GET DONS WHO ARE GONNA CONFORM CAUSE THEY CAN'T GET ME TO EVEN THOUGH I'M NOT COMMITTING A CRIME I GOTTA KEEP A STASH OF BAIL MONEY ASIDE SOME MAN HAVE GOT MONEY TO SPEND, YEAH AND SOME MAN HAVE GOT MONEY TO HIDE SOME MAN HAVE GOT MONEY TO WASTE WASTING WHEN THEY STEP IN THE PLACE I KNOW THEM WAY THERE CLUED UP, FAM, I KNOW THEM WAYS BEEN A WHILE SINCE SIDEWINDER AND DANGER RINSE FM EVERY DAY, NO MAJOR SLIMZEE ON THE DECKS, THEN I'M BACK ON THE ROAD, LIKE A STREET FLAT BUT I ALWAYS KNEW I HAD TALENT THE THING WAS, I NEVER HAD NO BALANCE NO PATIENCE, I WAS RUSHING TOO MUCH BATTLING, TOO MUCH CUSSING SINCE "CHAMPAGNE DANCE" AND 2014 NOW EVERYBODY KNOWS ME I'M SAYING "BBK FOR LIFE" I'M ON A SUNSHINE ISLAND, LIVING LIFE LOWKEY IF I DON'T REFLECT TO TELL YOU HOW I FEEL WE BOTH KNOW THAT IT WON'T BE REAL I'M GONNA FLY AT MY BROTHER AND HOPE HE CHILLS CAUSE LIFE'S ALL ABOUT GOING OVER HILLS I JUST WANNA KICK BACK WITH THE GRADE IN A HOT TUB BLUE CIROQ, PENG TINGS IN THE HOT TUB EVEN WHEN I DONE "NICOLE'S GROOVE" I COULDN'T SEE MYSELF GETTING ANY CREDIT, BUT I CROPPED UP EVERY DAY IS A HEATWAVE LATELY JUMP IN THE SEA AND I LET THE WAVE TAKE ME PUT MY HEART IN A SONG BACK ON MY JOB, IT'S BEEN WAY TOO LONG