I’ve started reading “The Hero with a Thousand Faces” by Joseph Campbell. Not sure I’d be able to finish it any time soon: while interesting, it’s pretty thick and the language is sentimentally antiquated.
In any case, I got through the first chapter in the prologue and was amused by this side note, Continue reading “Trite and Incorrect Interpretation”
There is something I dislike about being at large social gatherings. By “large” I mean more than two or three people.
I have blamed not liking those on noise, on my introversion, on this or that person. Others have brought up my dietary preferences and similar silliness.
What it is though, is that, even if dime large gatherings are rather nice, with a few executions, I feel terribly alone there.
Existence of nonexistence is unfortunately different from nonexistence.
I created a life-size hole in the fabric of it.
Continue reading “A Life-Size Hole”
“You’ve been spending a lot of time with that woman,” says Louise. “Every week, is it?” Continue reading “Not Like This Is Anything Special”
One minute and thirty-five seconds into this podcast (the RobCast, by Rob Bell) you would hear Peter Rollins say this: Continue reading “Rendering”