|This is the story of the boys who loved you, who love you now and loved you then...
||[May. 5th, 2005|02:47 am]
|[||Your mom ain't listening to
|||||Chris Isaak - Wicked Game||]|
When did I start seeing this god awful hour on a regular basis? The better question is why don't I make an attempt to change that habit. Habits are hard to kill, especially one's that you have no desire to give up.
Allusion, metaphor, and parable. These are the main things Jesus and I have in common. It's too bad he died when he did, he's missed out on the chance to plug christ-like imagery into his stories. In these days of fire and brimstone, everyone wants a martyr for their story. Don't martyr me, though. I value my life too much to be anyone's sacrificial lamb but my own. Besides, my hands are far too valuable to arbitrarily punch holes in them just to make a hero out of me.
I worry that I might be too caught up in my own view of the world to see where other people are coming from. I worry that I might know far too well where other people are coming from in their view of things to be able to even discuss it with them. Keeping our mouths shut stops us from stepping on any toes, but at what cost? Cost-benefit analysis was never meant to be applied outside of economics, but sometimes life is governed by the same laws as marketable goods. Someone needs to develop an accurate value system that could be applied universally to the wide range of human emotion.