Cruel Miracles

I knew nothing, and I persisted in the faith that the time of cruel miracles was not past.

[witsz]

Let There Be Light, Benjamin Simon

[walkingmehome]

I never worry because I know my Heart

[red-ibis-red]

—Kate Baer, How About Now

[cruelmiracles]

First uniting of my two worlds

Wonderfully well

Onward

[kronicfairie]

[eesirachs]

does god like bdsm

it's too vanilla for him

[eesirachs]

BDSM is too vanilla for God… the implication of consent has it all totally askew for him. God coerces even himself

bdsm is trappings, gestures, counterfeitings. he's not interested in that. not interested in your "yes" or your "no"

[eesirachs]

limit consent is the notion that you can only ever consent to your limits, though you never know them before they're teased-into. there is no consent, then: you can never know the content or feel of your limits before they greet you. they greet you, and not vice versa; you never greet them. fucking, or love itself, tears the rug from you. it is the thwarting, riotous fleshing-out of things. i'm trying to tell you how religion feels. how god feels. you cannot consent to faith, to your limits in faith, to god godself. they know you before you know them

[coffeeandcigarettesv9]

[metamorphesque]

A Grief Observed, C.S. Lewis

[cyberxbattalion]

[cyberxbattalion]

Salon Kitty, 1976 dir. Tinto Brass 

[cyberxbattalion]

[artschoolglasses]

Saint George and the Dragon, Bernat Martorell, 1434-35

[oncanvas]

La Danse, Georges Braque, 1934

Etching on paper 9.44 x 6.81 in. (24 x 17.3 cm) Des Moines Art Center, Des Moines, IA, USA

[redsel]

[cruelmiracles]

Is my theme the instant? the theme of my life. I try to keep up with it. I divide thousands of times into as many times as the number of instants running by, fragmented as I am and the moments so fragile—my only vow is to life born with time and growing along with it: only in time itself is there room enough for me.

Clarice Lispector ǁ Água Viva (1973)