Song of Songs 8

"Place me like a seal over your heart,
like a seal on your arm.
For love is as strong as death,
its jealousy as enduring as the grave.
Love flashes like fire,
the brightest kind of flame.
Many waters cannot quench love,
nor can rivers drown it.
If a man tried to buy love
with all his wealth,
his offer would be utterly scorned."
-Song of Songs 8:6-7


I think this might be my favorite section of the book...just the flowing poetry...

The idea of comparing love to be as strong and enduring as our own finite and inevitable morality has such...odd yet interesting...

This life is limited but...and yet...this is not the end.
As silly, impossible, sad, painful and broken as things are...
There is hope.
Wonderful, impossible, impractical and unexpected hope.

Finding reality in a tension between rigid religion and free flowing spirituality...
Finding love, purpose, grace and hope in infinite and unexpected Love.

Quote of the Day:

"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started... and know the place for the first time."
-T.S. Elliot

Why do I care so much about things which are not my concern?
At all?
Not my life.
Not my things to consider.
Not my things that I have control over or that I should.

Thoughts...things, so many things that do not, cannot and should never matter...

Just dancing in endless circles.
Driven by pain.
I just want to find a place to hide away for all time.

"Humankind cannot bare very much reality."
So true Mr.Elliot.
So...utterly true...

"But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't belong here"