This post has nothing to do with how it feels right now. It bes having tremendous anxiety clawing its insides apart and feeling under some nameless doom it cannot pinpoint, as if pursued by invisible hands determined to drive it into a corner where the only way out becomes death itself, and the realization of that, irrevocable, fixed, and damning somehow. Earlier the terror had been so strong it bes shaking all over, trembling, jittery, and felt like claws raking over its insides. It has sought relief from this by napping when it had exhausted daimonizomai completely and trying to write things but it seems bouncing off others tonight, not connecting, making it feel even more isolated and alienated from humanity than it normally does, if such a thing even bes possible?
So it finds beautiful pictures instead ... just trying to do anything right now to distract from this horrible sense of desperation and terror consuming it ...
Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder of course, but how can anyone look at something like this and not find Him beautiful?
Beauty may be "only skin deep". Of a certainty bodies age, get funky and lumpy and wrinkly, stop looking attractive except perhaps for the very athletic types who keep up their athletic pursuits into middle age. But eventually age, like death, becomes the great equalizer of us all. No matter how stunning you may have looked as a teenager or in your 20s, 30s, or 40s ... eventually age will catch up and you won't be "hot" anymore ... at least, not as far as purely surface appearances go ... period. But perhaps the worst aspect of aging has got to be how it traps the person inside into looking less and less like themselves on the outside. For one who has had to struggle with an ill-fitting shell all its life, it finds it disconcerting that it only got a brief window of about 10 years to even remotely come close to looking like itself before time and change whisked that away. Probably one of the built-in safeguards of Reality so we do not become overly attached to appearances and shallow vain things -- but unfortunately it tends to backfire on that count and instead, add to the stress and angst that people feel about their looks, their bodies, etc. all that junk.
Well here bes something like how Moriah sees itself from the inside ... though it would have to spend hours every day working hard if it wanted its 3-d body that nicely ripped!
So it finds beautiful pictures instead ... just trying to do anything right now to distract from this horrible sense of desperation and terror consuming it ...
Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder of course, but how can anyone look at something like this and not find Him beautiful?
Beauty may be "only skin deep". Of a certainty bodies age, get funky and lumpy and wrinkly, stop looking attractive except perhaps for the very athletic types who keep up their athletic pursuits into middle age. But eventually age, like death, becomes the great equalizer of us all. No matter how stunning you may have looked as a teenager or in your 20s, 30s, or 40s ... eventually age will catch up and you won't be "hot" anymore ... at least, not as far as purely surface appearances go ... period. But perhaps the worst aspect of aging has got to be how it traps the person inside into looking less and less like themselves on the outside. For one who has had to struggle with an ill-fitting shell all its life, it finds it disconcerting that it only got a brief window of about 10 years to even remotely come close to looking like itself before time and change whisked that away. Probably one of the built-in safeguards of Reality so we do not become overly attached to appearances and shallow vain things -- but unfortunately it tends to backfire on that count and instead, add to the stress and angst that people feel about their looks, their bodies, etc. all that junk.
Well here bes something like how Moriah sees itself from the inside ... though it would have to spend hours every day working hard if it wanted its 3-d body that nicely ripped!