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[Dec. 5th, 2005|01:01 pm] |
всхлип свечей -
трепыхается на алтаре
птица аминь
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[Dec. 5th, 2005|06:21 pm] |
хромоногий дошть
пес хрустит
хрящиками клавиш |
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[Dec. 5th, 2005|08:58 pm] |
ночь пиарится на черной морде неба месяц-зуб
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[Dec. 5th, 2005|09:15 pm] |
A thought-provoking book: God, a biography, by Jack Miles. Several years ago, on an intercontinental flight, I listened to its audio version, and back then it shifted my attitude toward God, as well as the Torah.
Now I am reading it again. The spell of discovery is gone, and I can see it logical flaws, inconsistencies, imperfections. Most importantly, Miles doesn't get the psychology of the Creator as a creator, the purposefulness of his existence. |
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[Dec. 5th, 2005|09:30 pm] |
Miles writes: "...divine ambivalence toward human sexual fertility and thereby toward mankind's status as image of the divine creator pale, however, by comparison with an action that exposes the deepest of all fault lines in the divine character. In the story of the flood, the creator-both as God and as the Lordbecomes an outright destroyer. For a brief but terrifying period, the serpent in him, the enemy of mankind, takes over completely." ( p. 42)
What ambivalence?! There's no need to make a neurotic out of the Creator. He knows that after the tree of knowledge episode he lost exclusive control over humans' reproductive ability. Does he need it back? Not really. Because such control is not scalable. Rather than micromanage human family structure, God makes a completely sensible decision to regulate human population by tuning its environment. It has nothing to do with the serpent. Two events, serpent&Eve and the flood, are similar only on the surface, i.e. punishment for bad behavior. By taking even a cursory look at the results of God's actions, one can easily realize that expulsion from the garden of Eden limited drastically Adam and Eve's ability to multiply, while the flood greatly increased Noah's family chances for prosperity. |
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[Dec. 5th, 2005|10:13 pm] |
Slowly blossomed, slowly ripened in Siddhartha the realisation, the
knowledge, what wisdom actually was, what the goal of his long search
was. It was nothing but a readiness of the soul, an ability, a secret
art, to think every moment, while living his life, the thought of
oneness, to be able to feel and inhale the oneness. Slowly this
blossomed in him, was shining back at him from Vasudeva's old, childlike
face: harmony, knowledge of the eternal perfection of the world,
smiling, oneness.
Siddhartha, by Herman Hesse
http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext01/siddh10.txt |
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