Put in bits and pieces
Made ramen today. I've been scrounging around a lot for food just because I've spent so much money on the moped. Today I put in some cabbage-pork dumplings, shumai and a beat up egg -- added a little spice and a lot of love and it's a meal.
Spent the better part of Friday night at Pier 45, head rested on my helmet on the manicured lawn, staring at the dusk turned to night, as the moon punctured the sky and the clouds tinted yellow - bursting into streaks of orange pink & gold before they dimmed to purple and faded into the bluesy night. Thought about movement and motion - thought about the paths of memories and how they play tricks on your mind. You stretch and crumple thoughts together, poke holes through them, massage and heat and bundle them together until they shine so bright that you only remember the things you want to remember. And when you're not thinking about them, they're moving in your mind, always shifting so that when upon retrieval, they feel the same but yet changed, and grown and evolved so much that they become fantasy, something splendorous and not quite real...
Religions. Religions are built on traditions more so than faith. And traditions are constructed by the mutual memories of the many. Fantasies. What's the difference between established organized religion versus cults; between the somber ceremonies of Catholicism and the fantastic fancies of Scientology; between a man coming back to life so his followers can eat and drink from his body versus a race of aliens populating a planet? What is the difference? What is the difference between the comforts of love and love more versus break your life from dependency – of songs of love and worship versus chants to adoration and mysticism – of falling in step within a congregation or falling in step with a utopian camp? I see the same effects in play, the same mental massage being placed over the weak minds of people who cannot face the hard realities of life on their own – they need a lifeline, a greater power to shush them, to hold and to burp them from the welling of insecurity and helplessness that bubbles up from their lazy minds. They contribute their valuables to give importance to their unprovable and unfounded beliefs - praising something greater because they fear to be great, asking for blessings because they fear to be needful, seeking communities of like blanked minds because they fear to think, to be brave, to face the ugly answers. What's the difference between the Scientologists today and the Christian churches of 140 AD?
Had a cool talk with Kate at Local 138 on Friday night. She's a sweet kid. In love and crazy and out of her mind and fragile.
Finished Harry Potter on Saturday. It's incredible to think that with all the divisions and anger in the world that a book can bring children (and adults) together. It's even more incredible to think that with all the destruction going on, here's this woman, a short time ago on welfare and pregnant, creating something wholly original out of her head.. creating something — making something out of essentially nothing (except other myths and fables), creating a world where you can go and escape, and leaving a permanent and indelible mark on the this lonesome planet. It's amazing, the power of words and their ability to convince, to inspire and to transport the human experience...
Saw Charlie & the Chocolate Factory today – not too impressed. The Oompa Loompas were vastly inferior to the original movie. Johnny Depp was great, though.