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hi im sirach! • #1 billted fan & researcher • terfs & zionists get out
into: true crime, no man of god (2021), god
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and the thing that i have been saying for at least a year now is that there is no problem of evil because god is the source of everything, including evil. this idea terrifies a lot of people to the point where they'll be doing theological gymnastics trying to get around it. st. augustine, for example, is very guilty of this (as well as a great deal of other things). but the fact of the matter is that you strip god of his power by handing off his evil to someone or something else. evil as the absence of good, the presence of the devil/lucifer/iblis (hello eschatological bitheism), and even the free will argument seeks to save face, to spirit him away from anything that might dirty his hands. the problem with that is that 1) he doesn't need you to do that anyway, god is not looking for a defense attorney, and 2) his hands are already filthy. no one is done any good by pretending they're clean
chapter 9 of between two lungs is out now )))
finally making this blog searchable on here because someone has to spread the billted agenda. also between two lungs update is imminent this week & im editing the billted google doc so keep an eye on potential "new" stuff going up there
moodboard!
sometimes i just think about the way that one pastor looked at me when i told her i had essentially no choice at all but to be with god. "you always have a choice," she said, and i nodded and played it off like i was being hyperbolic but i wasn't. my options were simple and they were to either choose him or be empty and miserable forever. but what's the quality of life if you feel awful all the time? it's only a choice by definition
all the time i am just battling myself and my own brain and lack of willpower. and i miss god. these two things are intimately related. it does feel like he gets a kick out of how much i fucking hate some people and wish for their imminent demise and descent into hell and torment though. he wants me to stop, i know this; in the meantime i think he giggles. he knows he won't do it but it's fun to listen to me demand it of him
it is not vladimir nabokov's fault that you're an idiot
O beloved God, how many grievances weaken my heart, how little means I have to handle them on my own. I lay my burdens before You, and complain of my ache to You alone, for my desire is for You and You alone.
— Imam Husayn (a)
Every blade of grass has an Angel that bends over it and whispers, "Grow, grow"
— The Talmud
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Teresa of Avila (1515–1582)
Christ Has No Body
Christ has no body but yours, No hands, no feet on earth but yours, Yours are the eyes with which he looks Compassion on this world, Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good, Yours are the hands, with which he blesses all the world. Yours are the hands, yours are the feet, Yours are the eyes, you are his body. Christ has no body now but yours, No hands, no feet on earth but yours, Yours are the eyes with which he looks compassion on this world. Christ has no body now on earth but yours.
went outside just as a storm was settling in and when i sang to god he went still, and then sang back to me. in the wind, in the raindrops, in the ever-darker clouds. it's been so long since i heard from him. i have a hard time believing it's real
god is your grandmother's voice. he's your favorite cookies. he's the color of your loneliness. he's the nasturtiums on the ceiling, the ones that look like icing. he's the noncon e tag. he's the tune of the lyre. he's the narratives you tell of him
Heated rivalry shouldve been about 2 ugly old guys that play mahjong then maybe id consider watching it
i don't remember them playing mahjong but they do other old man things like going to the wet market together and drinking soup and taking walks. anyway go watch suk suk / twilight's kiss
"ok but where's the old chinese lesbians" go watch all shall be well. it's by the same director and the old chinese lesbians are also at the market