dcmarti1 Posted December 24, 2016 Share Posted December 24, 2016 (There are allusion to the Gnostic myths of creation and the multiple emanations of the "Unknown God". I am just in that place right now.) When 1 is 3 or 5 or 10, and when 1 is 4 or 12 or 24, and when a tin of apple mango tea is the only color in a white kitchen, and when a sole pink flamingo stands embedded in dying, brown grass, and when the neighbor's lighted head of Christ with Thorns twinkles next to a crèche with Santa, you realize you belong nowhere. When 1 is 3 or 5 or 10, and when 1 is 4 or 12 or 24, and when your non-existent cat refuses her name of Barbelo, and when a liturgy that you like but certainly do not believe gives you the same comfort that in former times came from the glory hole that reeked of liquids surely not wine, you realize you belong nowhere. When 1 is 3 or 5 or 10, and when 1 is 4 or 12 or 24, and when the Jews and Atheists you would spend Christmas with are spread out some 2 thousand miles, and when the mystics you'll never meet can't help you put a patient back into the wheelchair from which they've fallen, and when the decorations are put away, you realize you belong somewhere. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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