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Oct. 14th, 2010 02:38 pmI've gotten so used to confession mode that I started typing what's been going on here. But everything going on here has been normal and needs no confessing. Nothing's ever felt as strange as this normal. I wonder how long it'll be before 'quiet, too quiet' becomes just quiet.
Not that some other awful thing can't happen. I wonder if sometimes you have to adopt gambler logic for survival purposes, need to think the world will let up on you for a while. Long enough to believe it really has.
Which would count as part of the Making of Religion. I read Nemesis when things were near their worst and found it entirely redundant - not in relation to Roth's other books but to my day, which is probably high praise of a kind. I'm not saying I came near religion, but I felt the need that reaches for anything.
Capitalize that as Anything and you're halfway to God.
I'm not entirely sure what Lennon meant by "a concept with which we measure our pain" but it must have been something like this. Feeling that gap between where you are now and that so little that you need, that minimum seemingly given to almost everyone else.
But that's the pre-God, John. The God's what might fill the gap. The stairs wildly hand-flapped into half-perceived being from air resistance.
Not that some other awful thing can't happen. I wonder if sometimes you have to adopt gambler logic for survival purposes, need to think the world will let up on you for a while. Long enough to believe it really has.
Which would count as part of the Making of Religion. I read Nemesis when things were near their worst and found it entirely redundant - not in relation to Roth's other books but to my day, which is probably high praise of a kind. I'm not saying I came near religion, but I felt the need that reaches for anything.
Capitalize that as Anything and you're halfway to God.
I'm not entirely sure what Lennon meant by "a concept with which we measure our pain" but it must have been something like this. Feeling that gap between where you are now and that so little that you need, that minimum seemingly given to almost everyone else.
But that's the pre-God, John. The God's what might fill the gap. The stairs wildly hand-flapped into half-perceived being from air resistance.