Saint Enigma – EX
Roughly hewn are the ideas which are on display here. The topic is of the mystery of how the world is, and was, and how it should be. Here, I present something which not a lot of people can say they have done, not really, I think: a plausible explanation of how the universe came to be as it is. How it could possibly be that God can be love and yet something so horrible as the Holocaust happened anyway. Also including of where pain came from, and an answer to the question, “Where was God when…?” (We all have one of those, right?)
Best read in order (starting with 1), some of it rambles, a lot of it might be inexplicable in its explanation, and names have been withheld for mysterious reasons, but take a little wild ride with me…
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1 The Rose
I gave the name “X” to one Judas Iscariot, the one who handed over the Messiah to the authorities, when I was in something of a fevered dream. Or maybe it wasn’t a dream. Whatever it was, I don’t think you’d ever believe it was real. A lot of reality is like that. There’s another…
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2 Apocalypse
The Doomsday Clock never rang. You might have an image in your mind, a select few of you, who are old enough, who have seen a picture of the top left corner of a clock, how many minutes away we are from nuclear armageddon. That’s not, however, what I am actually referring to. True, that’s…
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3 Magic
I went through a period of life, right around my Zen Buddhism phase, where I wanted to be able to perform magic. I guess a little like Aleister Crowley, who invented the term “magick” (and said to pronounce it, “mage-ick”) because the original word had been infected by all the cheap charlatans and stage show…
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4 Conspiracy
Once I wrote somewhere that there is no conspiracy: it’s all about the money. There’s also this thing I rather like about Christmastime being a conspiracy of love, which is a bit unfortunate if you think about it, like that song “Father Christmas” where the poor little boys beat up the Santa Claus dude in…
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5 Forty-two
So, there was this moment, not too long ago, when I realized that I had it. I mean, I was turning it around in my head, poking at it at various places, wondering how I had arrived like I had at the conclusion—I mean, really? Was that it? I mean, Douglas Adams, when he was…
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Appendix
I gave X away, it is true, to the one out there who is not guilty of the baffling betrayal he is accused of. I took the next choice, then, and call myself V, which could be V for Victory, V for Vendetta, V being the roman numeral of 5, the number of magic. It…
what if love is lighter than nothing?
and quieter than silence?