*Themes

I got curious about my shoulder pain, the timing, but I never did talk about it here.  2013 was my worst year.  I remember saying at the end of Dec, "Worst. Year. Ever."  In searching for "shoulder", I read this, Gilead.  A fair representative of what I wrote and did NOT post.  But there's also Pop, which shows my mind was not as degraded as my body, in those years.  

I have not changed.  

Neither has the world.  Critical islamist theory.  Tranz terrorists.  It's the same thing -- a hatred of reality, or of America, or of moderation and self-control.  True tolerance still must intervene.  Whether IEDs or elective surgeries, destroying identities is hardly ever justice.  

A deep failure to see reality as it is.  The worship of emotion.  Whether or not Allah is God, or a god, or demonic, or nonexistent -- and whether or not you are a woman in a man's body, or a gay man who is confused, or a man who is confused or somewhat stupid, or deeply mentally ill -- well, it certainly has to do with spirit, religious in both cases, so, rituals.

The daily prayers facing Mecca, and the ritual washing and shaving of, say, a suicide bomber ... like the attentive hours spent daily before a mirror, plucking, applying makeup, of tranz, drag, or actual but silly, shallow and insecure women.  Worship, and just a way to pass the time.  Time is what life is made of, and so, a very holy offering and sacrifice.  

Time, actions, thoughts, words.  Ways to delude or enrich, depending on courage and clarity of vision.  

You know this about me.  It's not about words.  It's about meaning, like the meaning of life.  Ultimate truths.  Words are like money -- they can be counterfeited.  And people think there's value, when there's rot.  

So, not "weaponized".  It's "corrupted".  The FBI, CIA, IRS.  The media, corporations, education.  Institutions. Viruses can be weaponized -- their purpose can be intensified, optimized.  Kill, or more to the point, reproduce.  Fabric, social fabric, rots.  It always comes back to sex, with us.

My son was the right age, as it were, when pogs were the thing (the link, because anyone under, oh, 25 cannot have heard of them -- not to be confused with POG.  Lord.). I certainly did not understand it, that fad.  But that's okay, I knew I didn't have to -- a kid thing, harmless.  Like marbles and jacks.  

Every generation is just puppies -- if you've ever seen dogs mating for the first time (that is, the dogs for the first time are mating, not, you for the first time are seeing dogs mating) -- amusing in the awkwardness, confusion, and desperation ... well that's every generation.  

So, every generation has to invent meaning, or discover it.  Very often it's worthless -- skin deep, tattoos, scarification, subcutaneous implants like horns or scales (not mainstreamed yet?  It's coming.) -- or not even skin deep,  just makeup, eyeliner, hair dye.  As deep as a mirror.  

Often it's harmless -- raccoon coats and swallowing goldfish (no raccoons or goldfish were harmed in the writing of this sentence).  But sometimes, it's catastrophic.  Goethe's novel The Sorrows of Young Werther sparked a fad of Romantic German youthful suicides.  Currently, and for the next few years, it's elective castration etc.

Cybele is one of the many names of the single Great Goddess.  Her priests were self-castrated men, the galli.  Her "husband" (somehow) and High Priest was Attis, castrated.  So what?  Aside from the invariable fact that what's old is new again, it just shows this particular lop of the cycle.  America as matriarchy.  She wants your balls.  

What's to be done.  Human nature does not change -- only the names we give to paganism.

J