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Conversion Experience
Ok, you win. For whatever reason I guess it’s you and me tonight.
Thank you.
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North Hermitage Nightly
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It is November 14th and that is a date.
It is Christmas time.
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Paul persuaded me to use Instagram, and I’m glad he did.
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A great sin: the fear, and ultimately paralyzation, of becoming.
You are not who you want to be, and the path is unclear, so you sit down in the dirt. The cloud of dust is comforting for awhile as it has the illusion of movement, but you’ve been fooled. The dust settles on your increasingly stiffened muscles. Rigamortis, God forbid. God forbid.
God forbid you sit in on the path and refuse maturation. God forbid you let the dust settle and you deny redemption. God forbid the fear of taking a step forward or backward or left or right and you deny process. God, in great humility, does not forbid failure. God does not forbid mistakes. God does not forbid missteps. Go fail and fail well! is the voice of God. Do nothing! is the voice of evil.
Stillness is not dualistic. There is a good, sacred stillness, and there is an evil stillness: the stillness of fear. You cannot stay in the desert. You may go to the desert, and you may be in the desert for a time, but if you stay then you choose death. Leave the desert. Leave now while you can, while you are still alive. Leave while you are able to choose to work out your life with good fear and with good trembling. We have so little time and we have so much time.
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Anyway, the elevators in Kirby’s building are moody. I named the elevator on the right Mark Rothko and the elevator on the left is Eeyore. Mark Rothko is typically fast, but on occasion he says That’s enough I’m through with you people you can all take the stairs and go to hell. Eeyore is a bit of a b-hole. (And wouldn’t you be if you had a spike driven into your rectum?) He’s whiney and slow, crawling from the ground to the 10th floor while you stand there and take silly telephone pictures of yourself in the mirror on his back. Oh taking a picture with your telephone in my mirror huh SO ORIGINAL.
I got to thinking that Mark and Eeyore could use a good laugh so I made these and printed them to put on their walls.
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A few weeks ago Kirby and I were driving back to Chicago from Fort Wayne on US 30, and upon passing this sign I asked if we could turn around and go back so I could take a photograph. We went back, pulled over, I got out and took a few shots, and then continued driving west. I forgot about this image until I got the negatives back from the processor.
Originally I placed this image in the set of photos I posted yesterday, but it would not settle. I didn’t want it next to Kirby or Michael or to the kind Asian man who let me photograph him and his beard he’d been growing for 30 years. I didn’t want it at the beginning as the opening scene and it most certainly didn’t fit as the last photograph, the 10th photograph preceded by 9 curious faces.
Violence, violence. Any voice that does not bear the presence of kindness is not the voice of God.
