I wish every time I saw an insect inside there would be a portal that opened up and got the insect back out into nature. It is impossible to carry an ant to the door and I am not counting on spiders either.

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I wish every time I saw an insect inside there would be a portal that opened up and got the insect back out into nature. It is impossible to carry an ant to the door and I am not counting on spiders either.
So far Assata is a total 7. (wing 8, that is).
I need to find this man and wed him
Feeling bad for someone is much more painful than being angry at someone. Feeling angry feels like they can change, feeling pity means I know they canât.
Maybe youâve been nostalgic, but have you ever been recharge all your old phones over the past 6 years and read every text message look at every photo nostalgic?
Hello my name is Abby and it has been zero moments that I have stopped listening to the new Sufjan album since it came out. I have ASCENDED
5pm, after work
I am tormented by the fruit fly
Parading, gliding
Torturing, consuming
Time doesnât seem to matter
Yet itâs all Iâm looking forward to
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ME! Shit is real. Peace to you.
âFind the courage to become what youâve always beenâ
#maryoliver
Epilogue has dope brunch times. Chicky and waffles! Fruity pebbles French toast! Bottomless mimosas!
Noble Wave Noir
There were literally people ZIP-LINING OVER ME
Nostalgic as heck
HAPPY LOVING DAY!
RuPaul says: âIf you canât love yourself, how the hell you gonna love somebody else?â Jesus said: âLove your neighbor as yourself.â Both suggest that self-love is what makes us human: you cannot love others without loving yourself. Which also means that we must cultivate love as a private and personal practice before we can extend love to others. To love yourself, you must know yourself. And to know yourself, you must love yourself. Love then is a sublime and universal understanding of self and of others. Love is a discipline of oneâs own self-consciousness. Love is beautiful. Love is just. It must endure, it must evolve, it must expand, it must be born-again.
We have other very clear descriptions of love : âLove is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.â
If loving others means loving and knowing yourself, then the failure to love is a failure to be oneself, a failure to be human; an inexcusable and unforgivable crime, and an offense to your humanity. Itâs no secret that human history is an incriminating record at times entirely absent of love. We divide and conquer, disenfranchise, enslave, ostracize, oppress, debase, diminish, destroy, and utterly annihilate on the basis of superficial distinctions among us. I wish I could reasonably account for the motivations. Money? Greed? Power? Political and religious entitlement? Ego-mania?
How about self-loathing?
The serpent seduced Adam and Eve into eating the fruit on the basis of a hypothetical divine intention: âFor God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.â Â After they ate the fruit, âthe eyes of both of them were opened, and they realized they were naked; so they sewed fig leaves together and made coverings for themselves.â
This seems to suggest that self-consciousness (awareness) is linked to two concepts: justice and shame. If Adam and Eve were living in harmony before knowing jurisprudence, then eating the fruit and knowing the difference between good and evil broke the spell.
The result: shame. The consequence: divisionâfrom God and from each other. They are cast out of the garden and cursed. The resulting histories as revealed in the traditions of Judaism and Christianity (and Game of Thrones, etc.) are not a happy ending. Instead the story of humanity is fraught with disobedience, violence, deception, bloodshed, failure, foolishness and folly. The story didnât end well for Adam and Even. It doesnât end well for humanity either.
This knowledge of good and evil and subsequent division and shame is one of the great mysteries of humankind, and an unresolvable contradiction of being human. We are made in Godâs image, but we suffer the incongruity of not being God at all: as (if) God, but not of God. Knowledge is prone to power and power is prone to corruption and corruption is prone to the inevitability of chaos (entropy).
On this planet, we have been granted the distinction of greater consciousness, which grants us greater privilege, power, and stewardship over the natural world around us.
What have we to show for it?
Shame.
Itâs astounding how much of our world still continues to teach us to feel shame. For the color of our skin. For our poverty. For our wealth. For our education. For our religion. For our privilege. For our special need. For our sexuality. For being naked in a garden.
How do we break this pattern?Â
Love.
My sense is that with knowledge and power, Adam and Eve must be born-again, through love, to a new way of seeing, living, and believing, in order to learn to love themselves in fullnessâtheir bodies, each other, the world around them, the entire universeâin order to begin the great stewardship of being human again.
This is our calling as well: to be human again. To have awareness without shame, we must undo everything the world has told us about our worth. We must go back to the beginning. We must be born again. We must be, and know, and love ourselves.
âBe beautiful. Be yourself.â
âIf you can accept your body, then you have a chance to see your body as your new home. You can rest in your body, settle in, relax, feel joy and ease. If you donât accept your body and your mind, you canât be at home with yourself. You have to accept yourself as you are. This is a very important practice. As you practice building a home in yourself, you become more and more beautiful.â âThich Nhay Hanh
Jesus said, âA new commandment I give you: Love one another as I have loved you.â His love was touch, healing, instruction, service, compassion, forgiveness, acceptance, and, ultimately, self-sacrifice, an act which illuminates profoundly on the laws of self-love and self-worth. âYou have value.â
Why else would he have bothered if it didnât cost him everything? We are made valuable because of the sacrifice of love.
And so this is our duty at every moment. To love without compromise and without equivocation. To give it our all, to the end, until we have nothing left to give.Â
The message here isnât very deep.
So why does it feel so impossible?
We are called to do one simple thing called love.
We need to try harder. Do the work.
My song is love. My prayer is peace.
My head is full of questions but my heart is full of love!
XO,
Sufjan