Ice Cream

I dropped a scoop of ice cream on the floor, picked it up (with my bare hands) and chucked it out through the patio door. I thought it would melt, but it didn't- and it's still there- a day later- sitting on the flags-  like a wrinkly pink fungoid growth. It startled the cat the first time he saw it.

It makes one wonder what they put in the stuff...

Gnosticism For Beginners

God, in himself, is perfect (say the gnostics) but somehow he's managed to let himself go- and spread out- like melting jelly- picking up impurites on the way- and the result is the universe as we see it now- wholly divine and yet also corrupted- and increasingly filthy the closer you get to the outside edge. To snatch at worldly parallels God is like a benign emperor who remains ensconced in his palace of delights, leaving his empire to be run by a many-tiered bureaucracy that gets ever less benign and increasingly feral with every step down- until in the furthest regions (meaning life on earth)- things are run by the basest of demonic sweaters and exploiters.

Human beings are just about as low as it gets in the hierarchy; they're the poor brainwashed, peasants of the imperial cosmos. And yet they too are made of God stuff and can aspire heavenwards.  How do they get out from under their oppressors?  They simply wise up, get the knowledge (the gnosis). And somehow- I think this is a weakness in the system- mere knowledge lifts them out and up and back to the palace of delights.

It's a persuasive vision and people of the highest calibre have entertained it- William Blake, Thomas Hardy, Carl Jung. Today- coarsened and infused with elements of pulp science fiction- you find it in Scientology and the teachings of David Icke. What I miss is any sense of agency or purpose.  God didn't intend to make a universe but just let it drift into existence; it's so... ineffectual. so... dozy, so... Ottoman.