Name:Lue-Yee Country:United States State:California Metro:Berkeley Birthday:12/2/1988 Gender:Male
Interests:YHWH, antiquity, arete, archaeology, calligraphy, certamen, conlanging, crypticness, curry, God, language, languages (esp. ones with lots of cool properties and structures), linguistics, Lord of the Rings, mythology, perfectionism, philosophy, poetry, precision, random trivia, reading, singing, sleeping, thinking, traveling, writing
Yes! A UC Davis professor of Religious Studies wants me to help her review her Latin – you know, for money. I’m also waiting to hear word from Princeton Review. Aaand I’m in business.
Pray for my grad school apps too. Nine Anglophone schools.
Some Bach, ‘Zion hört die Wächter singen’ (‘Zion hears the watchmen singing’), slightly related but probably not in a way that makes sense to you, or even rationally to me:
Unlike Melody and Grace’s dads, my mom sends me an email signed with her name and decides to send another email on the thread saying, ‘That was a mistake: I’d meant to sign as “Mom”.’ I love my mom, not least because she’s so open about her ‘oops’ moments.
What’s so threatening, I ask, about the documentary hypothesis? You can believe Moses didn’t write the Pentateuch and still believe that everything written in the five books is true: that God made Adam uniquely and set apart from all the other animals as his vicegerent; that in Adam’s fall, we sinned all; that the earth was curst for this; that the intention of man’s heart is evil from his youth; that sin, having taken root, bore fruit; that the earth was baptized in the Flood of Noah; that God promised never again to strike down every living creature; that God chose Abraham by grace, through whom God would bless the nations; that God performed mighty deeds and smote Egypt to free his people; that God parted the Sea of Sedges; that God was faithful; that Christ is the fulfilment of all that came before his human life.
If you eat yourself, is that simply recycling? What does it take to be that hungry?
And on the figurative level, I wonder who can be said to be eating himself. Perhaps you eat yourself when you make choices that consume you, yet you take energy and pleasure from it. Slightly different from standard masochism, I guess.
Whatever. I want my abbey with a foie gras farm. We can sell the liver and eat the duck ourselves for such appropriate feasts as for Epiphany, Pentecost and All Saints’ Day; for, say, Christmas we can eat some foie gras ourselves.
One more thing: even if I’ve eaten a piece of your soul, that doesn’t mean your soul’s here despite you yourself being absent. Such a thing doesn’t benefit from the sacramental operation of the Holy Spirit.
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