Jecca Zane
Sandra 1The Pagan in you
August 28th 2007 23:08
Summer nearly rhymes with trumpet. And as close as those two could be to being a poetic match, is the proximity of summer
I was outside today replenishing my depleted vitamin D levels and thought a thought.
My natural state is tied to a seasonal dictation of the things that the seasons have the power to dictate: The seasons. A combination of things that add up to become all the things that add up to be the very things that add up to become all the things that are the things that are the things that I am inside.
In summary: The Sun is and always has been a powerfully emotive thing to me, a very, very hot emotive thing. The rain also. The lack of former and the dominance of the latter even more so. I am solar powered. I am primitive.
Before we (and by we, I mean people that learnt science from televisions rather than from winds and tides) had money to dwell on, there was the Sun. People made decisions about where it was going to be tomorrow, what or who set a flame inside it and what hung it the first place. They (and by they I mean those who would have been searching to the answers to the questions atop a mountain rather than on this website) built temples from stone to stand and catch the Sun’s rays. They dragged stones across countries to stand them up where light would fall on them. They: the ancient intelligent people, The Incas of South America, even knew where the Sun was born. On an island in the middle of the world: Lake Titticaca, and the island: Isla Del Sol. Meaning the "Island of the Sun", in literal terms.
Do you ever feel stupid and meaningless? It’s because you are. We all are in comparison to temple builders and stone draggers. We as a species have evolved further than we understand, passing knowledge like a contagion between us until we all have it but don’t understand what to do with it.
We’ve created reasons for our own existence. We’ve had to, without natural predators and a need to hunt we’ve become the king of the jungle with nothing else to do than try and cause our own extinction. We are killing ourselves, safely, without breaching any code of conducts and doing it all with as much stuff as we can carry.
Summer has landed and so was your natural state. So go outside and get primitive. Realise your Pagan self. Kill something with your hands. Because as we used to say: KILL OR BE KILLED
I was outside today replenishing my depleted vitamin D levels and thought a thought.
My natural state is tied to a seasonal dictation of the things that the seasons have the power to dictate: The seasons. A combination of things that add up to become all the things that add up to be the very things that add up to become all the things that are the things that are the things that I am inside.
In summary: The Sun is and always has been a powerfully emotive thing to me, a very, very hot emotive thing. The rain also. The lack of former and the dominance of the latter even more so. I am solar powered. I am primitive.
Before we (and by we, I mean people that learnt science from televisions rather than from winds and tides) had money to dwell on, there was the Sun. People made decisions about where it was going to be tomorrow, what or who set a flame inside it and what hung it the first place. They (and by they I mean those who would have been searching to the answers to the questions atop a mountain rather than on this website) built temples from stone to stand and catch the Sun’s rays. They dragged stones across countries to stand them up where light would fall on them. They: the ancient intelligent people, The Incas of South America, even knew where the Sun was born. On an island in the middle of the world: Lake Titticaca, and the island: Isla Del Sol. Meaning the "Island of the Sun", in literal terms.
Do you ever feel stupid and meaningless? It’s because you are. We all are in comparison to temple builders and stone draggers. We as a species have evolved further than we understand, passing knowledge like a contagion between us until we all have it but don’t understand what to do with it.
We’ve created reasons for our own existence. We’ve had to, without natural predators and a need to hunt we’ve become the king of the jungle with nothing else to do than try and cause our own extinction. We are killing ourselves, safely, without breaching any code of conducts and doing it all with as much stuff as we can carry.
Summer has landed and so was your natural state. So go outside and get primitive. Realise your Pagan self. Kill something with your hands. Because as we used to say: KILL OR BE KILLED
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