The feeling of God

I have very few positive memories of my childhood, but there are a few things.  One was reading comic books.  I have toyed now and again with the idea of revisiting them, to see if the feeling can be rekindled.  It is a bit childish, of course, but lord knows I would have plenty of company.

And I was looking at some in the bookstore the other day, then it hit me: what I want is a feeling, and that feeling can be had without comics.  It is the feeling of the transcendent, of the possible.

And it hit me that this feeling is, in a very small way, related to that of religious awe.

I have on several occasions read of Hindus who think of their gods like super heroes.  I think he said this in Life of Pi.  And it hit me that it goes both ways: in some respects, comics provide an ersatz, or weakened spirituality for those who read them.  They provide amazement, ideals, the attainment of the impossible.

Humans are meaning making creatures.  We have deep seated instincts, of which sex is perhaps the most vulgar, even if it can be made powerful and good.

I will note my notion of Qualitative Repression, which is the process not of suppressing what is ugly because it is socially unacceptable, but what is beautiful and also socially unacceptable.

Some rebellions are necessary for beauty, even if some rebellions breed nothing but ugliness.

Who are you, and what are you doing, are two questions which must be answered prior to any and all attempts at “moral judgement”.  Those who see tend to do good, and those who are blind tend to render ill to all.