One of the other musicians said that the tambourine is a female due to the fact that it makes a pretty jingle and is designed to be spanked. That is the more recent, patriarchal attitude, I suppose.
Ellen Cherry understood then that religion was an improper response to the Divine.
Since the Goddess always has been honored in sacred groves, it is understandable that patriarchs, then as now, leaned toward deforestation.
If God didn’t prefer for us to drink at night, he wouldn’t have made neon!
That’s the value of the artist... Even when they aren’t aware, they’re dreaming our dreams for us.
In a voice that sounds the way a can of cheap dog food would sound if a can of cheap dog food could speak, he tells you you are looking well.
The stiff-witted and academic seem not to comprehend that it is entirely possible to be ironic and sincere at the same instant, that a knowing tongue in cheek does not necessarily preclude an affectionate glow in heart.
Don’t you see? The enemy represents Death to ‘em. The government propaganda mills paint the enemy as an unfeelin’, devourin’ monster. So, when we go to war we go on a noble mission, a life-affirming mission, whose object is the destruction o’ death. And ‘tis precisely because we hate death so much that we’re too crazed and irrational to see the irony in it. We hate death so bloody much that we will kill – and die – in order to try to halt its march.
Life still begins in the womb, cocky erections still collapse and lie useless when woman’s superior sexuality is finished with them, but men control the divine channels now, and while that control may be largely an illusion, their laws, institutions, and elaborate weaponry exist primarily to maintain it.
I see you’ve met Desire and Fulfillment... Regret is in the kitchen making coffee.
He was as nervous as a praying mantis at an atheists’ picnic...
An old Ukrainian proverb warns, “A tale that begins with a beet will end with the devil.” That is a risk we have to take.
Nothing is implied here. Except the possibility that everything is connected.
When it comes to coolness, nothing the human race has ever invented is more cool than a book”.
They coil around each other, the light and the darkness, and they absorb each other continuously, yet they never cancel each other out.
People tend to take everything too seriously. Especially themselves.
Some folks hide, and some folks seek, and seeking, when it’s mindless, neurotic, desperate, or pusillanimous can be a form of hiding. But there are folks who want to know and aren’t afraid to look and won’t turn tail should they find it – and if they never do, they’ll have a good time anyway because nothing, neither the terrible truth nor the absence of it, is going to cheat them out of one honest breath of earth’s sweet gas.
Breath Properly, Stay Curious, and Always Eat Your Beets!
The uncle ignored Gracie’s father. ‘In any event,’ he went on, ’when brewers combine hops with yeast and grain and water, and allow the mixture to ferment – to rot – it magically produces an elixir so gassy with blue-collar cheer, so regal with glints of gold, so titillating with potential mischief, so triumphantly refreshing, that it seizes the soul and thrusts it toward that ethereal plateau where, to paraphrase Baudelaire, all human whimsies float and merge.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt more disoriented and alone. Or more thoroughly, serenely, at home. Every true romantic will know what I mean.