Listen to me. You have to consider the possibility that God doesnt like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. - Tyler Durdan
I wonder if that applies to lesser secular gods, such as heros, and role models, and historical figures that one admires from a safe distance. Those famous types that dont actually know you especially if theyre fictional, and if they did, they probably wouldnt even like you really. Theyd look down on you because why not. One-sided respect is a form of self-torment. Thats what Lucifer does, loves god in a completely one-sided way, and it changes him into a monster. I mean its great to be inspired by someone, or an idea of them, but to be in awe of them is like a one-way ticket to dillusion alley or walking in circles turnpike. If one is lucky, and everyone is lucky, there comes a moment where one discovers how to let the love, respect, and amazement wither and die And wake up, as it were, from the metaphors.
You ever heard the story
Of Mr faded glory
Say he who rides the pony
Must someday fall
I been talking to my altar
Life is what you make it
And if you make it death,
Well rest your soul away, away, away
Yea child, it's a broken kind of feeling
She used to tie me to the ceiling
A bad moons coming
Better say your prayers
I want to tell her that I love her
But does it really matter
I just can't stand to see you
Dragging down, again
So I'm singing
This is my kind of love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone. Yes it does
I uses to treat you like a lady
Now you're a substitute teacher
This bottle's not a pretty,
Not a pretty sight
- Chloe Dancer, by motherlovebone.
I wonder if that applies to lesser secular gods, such as heros, and role models, and historical figures that one admires from a safe distance. Those famous types that dont actually know you especially if theyre fictional, and if they did, they probably wouldnt even like you really. Theyd look down on you because why not. One-sided respect is a form of self-torment. Thats what Lucifer does, loves god in a completely one-sided way, and it changes him into a monster. I mean its great to be inspired by someone, or an idea of them, but to be in awe of them is like a one-way ticket to dillusion alley or walking in circles turnpike. If one is lucky, and everyone is lucky, there comes a moment where one discovers how to let the love, respect, and amazement wither and die And wake up, as it were, from the metaphors.
You ever heard the story
Of Mr faded glory
Say he who rides the pony
Must someday fall
I been talking to my altar
Life is what you make it
And if you make it death,
Well rest your soul away, away, away
Yea child, it's a broken kind of feeling
She used to tie me to the ceiling
A bad moons coming
Better say your prayers
I want to tell her that I love her
But does it really matter
I just can't stand to see you
Dragging down, again
So I'm singing
This is my kind of love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone. Yes it does
I uses to treat you like a lady
Now you're a substitute teacher
This bottle's not a pretty,
Not a pretty sight
- Chloe Dancer, by motherlovebone.