Finding Otherness while stolid Faith is jettisoned

Rule # !, there is no meaning of marriage that I can understand. The remarkable thing was all that leaden country of consciousness that was a dreamscape, as if I couldn't be denied that I really do have something to offer someone. **I have to refine the evangeline of my coffee-table, as compared to the one I sat before just up the street when an exact oppositely conflicted life I lived, all pointed to the transparent table before "I, me, mine"-- as the pallet of a day's currency now almost entirely evident. How evidenciary (then) was the wooden basketball backboard, to contain what I'd become: my only view to its leveling was some belief something behind a pale shelter, its veil--seized and pried upon, & a look emanating from a sadhu's pantheon would be written in my presence...somewhere in gray shades of verseless thresholds. Yet, leaving family, is what I did first--finding them--or really being indicated as something creative amongst, is still my balancing identity as grave an effort as I anticipated. The very brick of my consciousness is a certain comfort I have felt with myself. There were and are times, let's say, looking at some object as innocuous as a shoe-untraveled -- easily is maintained as only a rudiment thought--and transpires like it fluctuates, as if my hand willfully turns it prone unceasingly...! But, as before it--not like a fluid dream at all when sentience is the nature of all the intermediary space--but rather something inherently stolid is at least patternic, if not a soft machine. So, we are a a nation of 1 - to borrow a line from Vonnegut's movie MOTHERNIGHT. Yet, self-knowledge is found in the ledger of events as unresolved as they become--still I'll lose & find my religion at her behest, because, "Like a tree that giveth forth fruit, by the rivers of water. Every life finds its purpose, has its reason--in every season." Something biblical from B. Marley on UPRISING. I take it to mean, each stone shall tarry. So, what isn't right & proper for someone now, like the stone we refuse, later our minds get less complicated and we presume for the other it MAY have worked=say the institution of marriage. That there is no substance to those fantastically ritualized traditions imposed upon a couple, doesn't mean it isn't a simple notion for them... again LESS complicated, we are reductive, because life is merely a celebration & relationship is yet another pause for the cause. We have certain ritual belief so that some social requirement seems meaningful. FOr SOME, this is as creative as it gets... for others a union of these mutual arisen personalities is highly symbolic.
REligion creates an imaginative narrative, the imaginative narrative construes Higher Ground (whatever that is!): Higher Ground hopefully doesn't dismiss any Other. If it does, then their god sees no glory right? Hence our argument against Organized Belief system. Upon the approach to purity as some goal with no ill consequence to deflate us when its met, take collectively some proto-Semitic word, maybe the ONe of a # of deities--a LOrd, that filters into a recognizable term where it is meant as a sense of the sacrifice of the adherent's atomic self. "Kaddish" is the "furthest," the sense of Other--the "separate," and the existential - as in how we define being On, an On spirit. The temple High Priest preserves the emoting of seasons' change--how social living is the best here. And him as the Originator of the Festival's inauguration, imagine him as every bit answered for, the peak of social rapport--but his only agony is he can't be lost to this example he sets down. In the temple chamber, the silence that ensues allows thought imagery to give him insight into experienced-forms as some conscious prop, more vital than, than maybe the Way he had set out toward renunciation of anything intermediate with his objects in ritual. The "object" may be the self, and it is sacrificed at once becoming the ritual, becoming the symbols of Eternity. So knowledge of self is effectively turning out self, sacrificing it, so that we are utterly compelled submit to the KNown. It is certainly known that we hold in high regard these things we can't control. So an object at hand that represents these awesome Forces whose subject we are, is the compelling rhythm of ritual, prayer & so forth. Religion has created a narrative--these are Thoughts Feelings & Actions, the allegory to Higher Ground--being ourselves is unique when we are converged upon by Time Place & Community & thus becoming the imaginative narrative. I develop the babel of deep asides from the context of an endeavor toward biblacy: Kabbalah & various studies of Jewish mysticism. When we seek what is a sense of our gravest attributes the subject must be an idea in the verb tense=a progression. Maybe the ability to imagine ideas washed up upon the shore of solitude, in their refined pieces, has certainty in its pallet of the very intermediary space, like white fire subject to the black fire of literacy. G-d is a Verb, the Infinite is contained in the receptivity of the House=the house has fulminate stacks of books where I'd gather the concept of antiquity whereas today, in contrast, has merely 15 minutes of a sense of penultimate week's passing.... These artists, writers, & musicians must have a jumping off point whence you’d admit a truth from an ancient time. This may not be your focus to deliberate and enthuse to permiss this direction, but I have to guess there is something there, a note of transcendence for anyone looking to ask the right question...what has this life Become? The context of two thousand years past is a referendum of the norm, sustaining looks & whispers about the anthropos of Our condition, for me. I am heading to the sad-eyed low-lands, minus the lady though Mercy is her domain in the Infinite. It is Mysticism and its flame where I will kill stale moments & reflect on the advantages of patterns of the mundane.