Apophatic Theology Cradled in an Airsoft-Psycho Nightmare After being raised essentially a pacifist (my mother not allowing even so much as a squirt gun in the house), I inevitably will find myself in a rain of airsoft pellets at least twice a week for the rest of the semester.

I'm back home, and curiously enough there is a squirt gun on our deck. Meaningless and absurd.

Waiting for me on my desk at home is a flip book of 36 little cheques labled "Great Lakes Educational Loan Service." Oh yeah. I owe someone $1500 from two years ago. Meaningless! and absurd.

Jackson's class was interesting today. We're reading The Cloud of Unknowing. Looks boring at first, but some of it actually describes (more articulately) what I've felt all along, when people tell me that I need to "know God." Here are some of my notes (the discussion was far more dense and I don't know if these few little things will spark any interest on here.):

God is all-consuming, yet inexaustible. Burning bush. Dark cloud.

God is generally equated to light, clarity. In Exodus, Moses sees two things:
1. Burning bush, which is a pre-figuration of God and
2. eventually only sees God's back, walking away and God as a dark cloud (God as the unknowable).

True humility involves the act of being humiliated as Christ was.

St. Denis said, "The godliest knowledge of God is that which is known through ignorance."

Friends/Enemies are not categorical questions. You have neither. There is one kind, namely, the human race.

To correct someone, that is to say, to try to rid someone else of sin and replace it with good character, is the work of the devil. Those who try to do this in someone else are assuming a role only God himself can fulfill. Thus, someone who seeks to do this does not spew forth good, but rather evil. It is prideful, and in a sense, idolatry in that those who seek to correct someone make it their sole purpose in life. (Though this is a good point, this is hard for me to reconcile completely with some scripture.)

Somehow, this makes me think of that Dylan song. You know, where the father let's him (dylan, I assume) stay the night if he stays away from his daughter and milks the cows. But he doesn't want to do any of that (Not even sleep with Rita, who looked like she stepped out of La Dolce Vita? WTF!), so he shouts out to the farmer that he likes Fidel Castro and his beard. So the farmer chases him out with his shotgun...shouting that he's an un-American bastard...threatening to go to the FBI, etc.

...No, wait, that's me daydreaming of how I'd get away from Lee and his airsoft arsenal (sonovabitch!) Meaningless...and absurd.

Currently listening to:
In Case We Die
by Architecture in Helsinki

  ¶ 11:11 PM