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I'm thinking today not of practical matters, but of life's very nature.

We can all be gods. And we are all immortal. But do gods have passions, emotions, desires, all the disease of the human condition, but are yet filled with glory and divinity?

It occurs to me that we glorify each other, but most of us are too afraid to glorify ourselves, and the only ones who do so are far too arrogant to deserve such credit.

I have no grace. I'm far from eloquent. I talk too much and sometimes I make no sense at all. I'm far ahead and yet far behind, either surging ahead or meandering along to smell the roses.

I am a goddess.

But why?

The assertions and praise of other people make it so. Everything from the color of my skin to the images coursing through my mind long after I've made love make me vivid, alive, lurid, -there.-

Take me down if you dare. But you can't if I won't let you.

I fit everywhere and yet nowhere. Why do I intimidate other people? Is it because I'm some strange breed of woman (yes, I am a woman, forget genderless for a moment) that really knows what she's about? I know my mind is sharp and bright, I know what my body is for and what it can do, no matter how I move people are afraid to approach me. Is it the way I walk, or what they see in my eyes?

My eyes are sad, only brightening when I smile. They see so much and yet not enough, rebelling against me when my inner eye sees. I am blind. And yet thirsty for more.

But it is such a burden to know. Ignorance is truly bliss.

So my dead stars go on burning but I can create a thousand more
and planets float in on piers of fire
and I collect them on the shore.

I am Kali with her necklace of skulls, burning sins to ash when I am pleased with creation. I am Cerridwyn with her cauldron of wisdom, offering my potions to whoever is brave and lucky enough to find me. I am Diana, wielding a sharp spear and guardian of innocence. I am Terpsichore, dancing a song of inspiration. I am a maiden, a spinner of life, a mother, of art and tapestry, a crone, an ender of life.

I am divine.

But so are we all.


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  • silverwhisper said on Jul 20, 2006....
    two particular quotations spring to mind: [quote][b]william blake[/b] wrote, in [i]the marriage of heaven and hell[/i], [i]all deities reside within the human breast.[/i][/quote] [quote][b]hamlet[/b] quoth (act 2, scene ii): [i]what a piece of work is man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals![/i][/quote] yes, i dropped the last bit off as it didn't seem relevant. :> ed
  • Root said on Aug 12, 2006....
    Jai jai Kali Ma!

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