The mandate of heaven
My body is two things to you;
It is a point for you to jab your sharp and nosy punctures into .the point you can hurt me. The point you can ignore a me.
Gosh you might even eat me.
We are flesh together.
My flesh is therefore a substance for you to dissect and transect. Our can make it your – I the cutting undercutting of the scalpel. You can make it your is the regulation and policing.
You might then doctor me.
But there is another sense that we are bound together in the flesh – you and I. We are of one flesh, and in communion though the fact. We break bread together therefore- and eat and dream alone. We are loved in the same manner. Here the same echoes of God in our goes. We are caught up in the same world- the same flesh prism of being.
Your flesh is therefore a mirror for me of your soul. Or better it is a way that you and I can share whatever peculiar bag overtricks we might be. In looking at you, in seeing you act, I see as you feel.
Your bodily echoes into mine and we are together again
Me and you – eh?
Me and you, are given together.
For me to have a body is therefore for me to be opened to a world of trust. I am caught. Do I think of you with your pictures and white coat – or do I think of you with your hot and hopeful soul?
which of the two are you today?
You are coming towards me now – but why?
This question of course matters- as the might of human evil and the mass of human good is caught in it.
Most evils are after all created when I treat you merely a bog of flesh to do what I will with. Most good is created in the axis of treating you a s a mind whose nature I pretend.
In having a body therefore I need o look to what you are, and wonder about it – I challenge you to respond.
How will you?
This last point I thought make a little more complicated by the fact that we can also share possessions. I might look at what you own, and think – oh yes I am wanting that to. Your body flowing over material things expands your soul into property- and I watch you in the mirror of that property I meet you through it and with it.
In property therefore one opens out other dimensions of humanity. One moves it way from the flesh and the echo of god and hears the screech of society.
Which is why of course many a wise man claim there is wisdom of poverty.
To be poor is to p against what we all share (and not what only society allows us to share).
It is therefore to very directly challenge others to prehend to that sharing (hence good and evil not good and bad- but the good is the same).
t challenges therefore others to either treat you are a human or a block of flesh. Either then a mind as they are, or a bloc of property (a flesh body) beyond any hope of being.
To Only have a body, to be stripped down into it is therefore to be force to flee to a would of absolutes.
One forces the absolute choice of this or hat people as minds or properties upon others.
One wonder then people hide their poverty. Would you wan o force this dilemma on others?
The problem then is you do flee how can I reach you? I mean I can I really reach you, and what ever you are hiding in your extremities?
But here of course one opens you on a difference. I is a different thing to reach an adult then it is a child. – as the bodies are moving I different places.
To read h an adult, beatitude lies in the key. That is I act is your interest, and you form your point of hiding, from your last refuge of a body look in horror- look for the pinctures.
If I have known then the secret f that lack, the secret of my real desire to connect to you is then caught n my words and my face. In looking down and really trying to help you, I carry you alone.
Beatitude becomes then the point can undermine every foundation of you suspicion. I can really treat you as my self .
That is I can use whatever I have to plug a you into my resources as an aspect of myself. To be helped as I would help a me.
After all the beatified finds says you and we are one really. He are together in this. Why should I then keep my property to myself. Your joy and my joy age both joy. I can share in yours, so e me produce it.
Here though of course beatitude hits that problem of limiting itself. It need to be over board and over much
It also needs to allow for and understand your difference- your different desires to remember your own feelings.
You will protest – I look hurt, and then I understand and so do you.
We call quits, in the aid.
Beatitude is therefore opened up in my drawing little difference to you. And yet that little difference even if it is based on a universal- we both do bodies don’t we must always be particular and limited. It is caught in events. Formed to muscle into your life and organize it would be to be already reaching for the pinctures, and forgetting ht you are also there.
Adults reach to each other therefore from outside, for m the point of beatitude. My ability to share in you mean I real to you, and you look to me.
The problem form the Childs point of view is however a little different.
I child can and must reacting others. To live they need help They therefore assume that others will behave well to them and through them- and are not over fussy not t least immediately about the other mind taking tem over. In a sense they are used to that. In a sense they have the lung power to stop it happening anyway. What else is crying for but to assert your difference.
Armed then with the tools to re-assert they appeal to whatever minds are out there. They loo appealing, and look to that which appeals back to them
They book for the Booofer lady.
In looking they are caught. This looking however is not simple as being boofer is not simple.
A child looks because it is told that others are coming to help it. I then looks towards a property or for material aid (food horses whatever). In looks then to the delights of the world.
And yet in the Boofer it is caught elsewhere.
In sees in he mirrors of a face in the appeal of expression then countless minds of others.
I is caught in that boofer thought that allows one into the minds f others.
It is caught n the minds journeys as it is taken across the orb of the world.
The child might lie dying, and yet through boofer opens out the sphere pf the possible and values it for itself.
The boofer then is the point child impacts into adulthood as something beautiful- appoint of endless possibility.
The boofer is the sin of that possible
The boofer lad herself of course sees that innocent and in the value it gives the other, finds herself faceted. that is she sees what see is not merely as a mercenary wretch catching up others, but also as a kindness an axial in which hope might be given.
At which point something must give in this good I shout from my privileged point of view pinctures at the ready.
No!
I will not have this localized goodness!
Where will it end?
Goodness needs rather to take elements of these last two points and use then to be come a property – my property.
I am good I well you.
Ian the gentlemen of the board s the lords of the workhouse
So I must be good – as I share the property I have with you lot.
I therefore seek to blend a goodness out of your childlike need, and my assumption ht at every point I will (sih0 have to support that need.
I am going then to be universal good.
I am going then to police you in the process and ensure that you are worthy of that good.
That is I am not going to allow you any distance from it. I shout the name of do in your hear day in day out (just so long a you realize HE loves me for my goodness!).
I am being good I tell you – and I will not have you stop me,
Come here then and let me help you – do you hear. Why are you running away?
Do not you want help you ungrateful wretch?
Com here I say.
But this is not all. The body bind us up in gods blind eye. As I have body I live and as I life I die.\to be open to a death I to be caught then in a fate. My death is quietly there.\It is coming it comes.
Where that coming is from one simply cannot say it life? Death is not like that for God.
He does not plot it- so much as allow it while he is body doing something else.
M death then falls on me as destiny.
It is the point the God closes down the options for me.
The point I am caught up in the causal chains off others, without any real hope for reprieve.
It is therefore the point I cannot escape the world within.
God might not intend therefore my death- and yet formed it can only fall as if he did.
That is as the plotted and planned in the fates, in the networks of causes he throws for the world a series of fates. In allowing stuff elsewhere to effect t me as the nest of cause effects me, then I am caught in destiny.
I am caught in what was written after I was (a God did not inscribe the stuff), and for me will fall upon me as if it were eternity
I might then have changed the world once I might have acted earlier, but how the elements fall as it there were an eternal mandate.
My destiny, born in my life but born external to me, somewhere absolutely else, falls then upon me, and forces my to dance a song of death.
Fate is never simply there. it is made elsewhere and explodes into us.
It catches us as if we were eternal.
It catches us as our fate.
God has one blind eye for us all
But when we are caught up in the same fete- when god as thrown us into a destiny propelling us beyond our bodies what then?
How can one respond as ones feelings fall part.
On the one hand one might as one demands to be fall apart. One might go to pieces.
But then what is the point? one remains still what one is up to the end. To break a mind because a body is breaking is folly in the extreme.
What then does it mean to be in a mind propelled beyond its body.
Or rather in a and whose body is slipping away from it?
What dos it mean to have all the same thoughts and all the same feelings?
What will one do with those feelings then?
The only way one surely can cope in such a world is to feel your community with those around you =with your family both in destiny – they others caught in the throw of fee, under gods blind eye, but also with everyone else.
That is one must feel oneself and ones fleeing a part f the booofer exchange- a gear in the engine house of possible, spinning and spun. Once feelings ones body and all it can be is something them others also share –other bound in life and bound in living in having a pound of flesh also to you, and what you are.
W are together in so much the thought runs.
We are exchanging so much
What makes me was after all what you were giving me in your boofer ways.
Your thought was always my comfort- always my mind.
In being spun into eternity, I remain it other works even if a self is lost in a body.
Tat is I remain in the thought sand feelings of other bodies which I touched or which echoes me.
I might then be blind in god’s blind eye and propelled beyond an immediate world of flesh, but as I feel that corruption I also feel what I always valued in the flesh in the same place, and what was never simply mine anyway.
Tat s I feel the sense I was a part in something bigger, soemth9gn else, some other world.
I become caught up in your body and your dream,
Beautified in gods bright bright eye.
In sharing of enjoying that as you live you will be different from me, and yet echo other me I feel the warmth of etnernity flood in to a me
The bright and warm eye of god that goes not care or even see a death as such.