Coming from the fence

I've always detested the idea that God has left us this world to treat as we wish, while waiting for us on the other side of death to give us our deserved reward, and considered its proponents as swindlers, who want people to renounce their connection with God.

I've also found that all people that inspired me with awe were, often literally, but always metaphorically, anemic.

I've got a pretty bad case of Rosacea myself, so much so that when I leave the sauna or the cold Baltic Sea I look like Hellboy and raise obvious questions about how people like me could have possibly called other peoples Redskins. I also suffer from a rather bad case of Neurofibromatosis, as moles are scientifically called.

So it's not narcissism. Actually, while my feelings towards people like me are somewhat sympathetic, it's more complicity than anything - or more precisely fellowship in folly. And there are such people too, whom I tend to overlook, probably because they stand on the sidelines like me - and since when are observers supposed to observe each other?

Well, getting older, in a sentimental moment, I may pity them, trying to find their way into the spectacle they observe, but they are the camels whom those who strain at gnats try to swallow.

And as for those in the game: They are repulsive for some reason. There is a watershed separating the mean from the anemic - and most of the precipitation comes down on the former side. What is it?

Looks to me that it's forcing the decision on you, whether you choose the flesh or not: If you choose the flesh, you have to obey its demands, and otherwise give it up.

So, a human mirror of divine non-interventionism. Of course, you can also look at it from another angle, namely from the vantage point of the supposed demands of the flesh, because they are not exactly what first comes to mind.

Supposedly, the flesh demands to obey by the rules of and thereby strengthen the national economy. So, looking at it from this angle, divine non-interventionism is on the one hand the reason for the precedence of power over beauty and on the other solace for those who choose the latter under the terms of the precedence of power, that is not to interfere with it while they're alive.

My position, from that position, is one of ungrateful irresponsible easy living, and that position, from my position, is one of killing God in order to reanimate the corpse.

In truth, beauty governs power in the long run as a guide of development, and so being overly protective of power in the short run risks losing it in the long.

The easy living seeks God's guidance, opens itself up to it. And the double indebtedness to both the materialistic bulwark that guarantees one's power and to every command of beauty one has postponed eventually leads to a desire to fade away into the beauty that is promised beyond its glimpse here - and those are the anemic, turning to beauty in a long good-bye.

The man who returns from battle harmed commands more respect than the one uninjured. But that is no reason to feed people into the meat grinder. We've removed ourselves from the burden of labour only to sacrifice our lives to the pursuit of safety both interpersonally and -nationally. What was once an encumberment is now an idol. The moment we straightened our backs we dived head-on into the ground.