From Blogizdat LJ:
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"She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars." — Neil Gaiman (Stardust)
"Let us begin this letter, this prelude to an encounter, formally, as a declaration, in the old-fashioned way: I love you. You do not know me (although you have seen me, smiled at me). I know you (although not so well as I would like. I want to be there when your eyes flutter open in the morning, and you see me, and you smile. Surely this would be paradise enough?). So I do declare myself to you now, with pen set to paper. I declare it again: I love you." — Neil Gaiman
"Sometimes we can choose the paths we follow. Sometimes our choices are made for us. And sometimes we have no choice at all."
— Neil Gaiman (The Sandman, Vol. 4: Season of Mists)
From Blogizdat LJ:
Throughout the ages there have been ecstatic movements that have embraced one form of glossolalia or other, the private or collective experience of speaking in tongues, utterances that are not of one's own, usually attributed to and employed in the worship of some deity.
And even though I've never participated in true glossolalia, since I was a young lad I found that song lyrics at times expressed my thoughts and feelings better than I ever could, that I could close my eyes and use the words of others to take me to a different place, frothing with images and memories, capturing the essence of my deepest fears and dreams, my wistful hopes, and my aching longings.
Anyway, I'm putting down a few lyrics that have been running in my head the past week or three, some that make me think, some that make me shudder, some that make me smile, some that make me tear up - and some that just make me want to sing along - My Own Pretty Glossolalia Machine, 3.0.
Pretty Glossolalia Machine 1.0 here
Pretty Glossolalia Machine 2.0 here
Pretty Glossolalia Machine 3.0 here
Sex as a Dance of Gratitude
Nov 24, 2010
Pleasure is a close cousin to gratitude if not its twin. Giving and receiving feels like the same act. Allowing yourself the wondrous and indescribable sensations that only intimate pleasure creates is like entering a new universe. The clitoral organ system sings and inner and outer are indistinguishable. Touch is actually its own language that has all the nuance, depth and meaning that words convey, maybe more. The expression of gratitude without words changes how you look at each other.Read the rest here.