theclivechronicles:

“In fact we should never ask of anything, ‘Is it real?’ for everything is real. The proper question is ‘A real what?’”

— C.S. Lewis // Letters to Malcolm

lifeinpoetry:

And it feels

important to say, that now,
under all this almost newness,

I can watch my own heart as it beats.
I can look at my life more

closely than ever, and how beautiful
it is, really, just under the skin,

alive & alive & alive—
like a warm moon.

Kayleb Rae Candrilli, from “On Crescents & Transition & Waning,” published in Portland Review

I can’t understand why anyone would ever want to live in the Star Wars universe

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I really can’t

your life is uprooted every 20 years in galactic-scale wars caused by a neverending blood feud between two tribes of space wizards

choose your preferred form of government:

a) laughably ineffectual and corrupt bureaucracy
b) fascist dictatorship controlled by space warlocks
c) exploitation by evil crime gangster who is probably also a slug

there are no other choices, sorry

“Hey have you heard from Gary? He hasn’t answered my emails for weeks”

“Oh yeah, his whole planet got blown up by the genocidal cyborg sorcerer who controls our entire military”

“But Samuel, what if I am one of the space wizards???” Let’s examine your options:

  1. abducted as a baby and raised by monks, then die a 35-year-old virgin at the hands of a goddamn robot with tuberculosis
  2. hunted down and shot to death by grunts in stupid helmets because space wizards are illegal right now (again)
  3. go through a goth phase, then your eyes get all yucky and one of the monks finds you and cuts your head off
  4. end up in a cult led by some evil wrinkled assface in a bathrobe who shoots lightning at you when he’s mad

Also most of the wildlife seems to be ravenous carnivores with tentacles and/or 6-inch teeth and every urban area has roughly 6,942 assassins per square kilometer

If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but...

If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

{1 Corinthians 13 NIV}

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