January 26, 2010
Dear clusterflock
“The meek shall inherit the earth.”
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- Deron Bauman: It’s a start.
- Joel Bernstein: The first of many things, no doubt.
- Deron Bauman: I’ll pick him up at eight. He may not like the way I smell.
- Michael Smith: Joel’s Dream Date: Phantom Menace; Cat urine cologne; Deron.
- Joel Bernstein: For the record, if you pay to see this, you are no longer my friend.
- Deron Bauman: Meow.
- Joel Bernstein: This must be why I fuck so many cats.
- Michael Smith: Seems to me the experiment almost does itself.
- Casey Cichowicz: No. It is not possible. I can assure you.
- Joel Bernstein: Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes?
- LaurenH: I’m with those who say get that girl out of that household. The father has now very effectively...
- Rick Neece: Holee sh..!
- Rick Neece: Asian calligraphy, ‘cept instead of a brush, hot glass. The image of her controlling the glass and...
- Rick Neece: For the gull-wing, I’m sure it would knock me in the chin every time I opened it.
- Marco: Oh god yes.
I always thought of that one as ironic, or satirical, if you catch my drift. “The only ones left after everyone else is dead.”
This aphorism was used in the book I’m reading and it struck me as especially false in its prophesy.
well, I refrain from getting overly-technical here, but it is an eschatological claim which, I think, is supposed to strike one as false and backwards. That’s part of the radicalism of the sermon on the mount.
Personally, I always felt the romanticism was in its absurdity.
You guys, that really helps. I am now picturing a post-apocalyptic world run by flowers and rabbits.
But my next thought is whether this means we’re living the apocalypse. Are we there yet?
I ask because it seems the little guy just can’t win. See here, here, and here.
Only if this is a moment of revelation. Notice the etymology of the word, the fundamental meaning is not “fire and brimestone.” In fact, that really isn’t its meaning at all (historically speaking).
I’ve mostly thought in terms of how many (ahistorically — or atextually — minded) believers interpret it — an unpleasant sort of “y’all gon’ get yer comeuppance, jes’ you wait ‘n’ see.”
Nasty sort of have-not satisfaction.
Or worse, a sort of groveling satisfaction with one’s sorry lot, coupled with an ugly pride in one’s wretched fate.
Just talking interpretation. My interpretation of folks’ interpretation.
Speaking of etymology (as Andrew was), I’m going to have to track down ‘meek’ soon as I get home where all them books are.
I’ve always wanted to write a book titled “The Apocalypse of Andrew Simone,” but first I need an epiphanic revelation.
What you need, Andrew.
wow, sheila, just wow. revelatory.
Epiphanic funk.
I’ve always interpreted it in evolutionary terms: the meek are more likely to hang back and watch all the bad shit going down, or to run for it when the heros come on stage. This leaves them at home back in the village when the others are off being powerful and frisky with the risky. So–Jonnie’s got you Girl and Gone….
Very few animals starve in nature. If they are ambulatory they simply take larger and larger risks until something eats them. The ones that break their legs… well, the infection usually gets them first, or a scavenger.