Aldous Huxley and the Perennial Philosophy

by JP I will let Wikipedia handle the finer details of Aldous Huxley’s biography, and stick with the themes most pertinent to our inquiry. Though most famous for his early satirical and pacifist writing (“Brave New World” being his signature work), and later for his pioneering experiments in opening “the doors of perception” through conscientiousContinue reading “Aldous Huxley and the Perennial Philosophy”

METATHEOLOGY: A World Beyond Belief

“I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew. The Truth has shared so much of itself with me that I can no longer call myself a man, a woman, an angel, or even pure soul. Love has befriended HafizContinue reading “METATHEOLOGY: A World Beyond Belief”

Somewhere

Ever wonderhow many sunrisesyou have left in this life?If you are thinking of a number,please,stop whatever you are doing.You are not free here.Somebody owns the name you call yourself,and it isn’t you.This is what it means to sayyour days are numbered–in truth, they are numberless.The sun never sets on you.You feel like the fulcrum of aContinue reading “Somewhere”

Manchmal steht einer auf beim Abendbrot, by Rainer Maria Rilke

Sometimes a man rises from the supper tableand goes outside. And he keeps on goingbecause somewhere to the east there’s a church.His children bless his name as if he were dead.Another man stays at home until he dies,stays with plates and glasses.So then it is his children who go outinto the world, seeking the churchContinue reading “Manchmal steht einer auf beim Abendbrot, by Rainer Maria Rilke”

Afterglow

God is fucking God somewhere, right now, in a basement apartment on a battered fold-out couch with sweat-stained sheets and an old Amish quilt. Her lascivious moans and the rhythmic creaking of the springs permeate the paper thin walls of the universe like the primal bang that brought forth creation from her yoni. Don’t likeContinue reading “Afterglow”

When a Great Person Dies

When a righteous person dies, grown men sob like frightened babies.   When a virtuous person dies, great mobs of mourners crowd around the casket, as if they want to be buried with him.   When a great person dies, eloquent eulogies are delivered while entire nations watch and weep. We say things like, “HeContinue reading “When a Great Person Dies”

Only Words

My dear soul-friend, Words are all that separates you from the boundless loving embrace of God. Only words.   If this is so, is it possible that words are also the remedy?   Perhaps, but only if their sole purpose is to tell all the other words to kindly SHUT UP.