This isn’t a post (just) about politics.
I’m studying in an university that is considered liberal. I was raised in a Christian denomination that’s considered conservative. Some people from my background told me not to go to a liberal school. Others encouraged me to go and be a conservative voice in a liberal school. Others just encouraged me.
These two words have a lot of weight in our society, they’re labels used for opinions on politics, religion, even sexuality. But what do they mean? I’m not sure. Different people seem to have different understandings of these categories and nobody seems to agree. Being liberal became an offense in conservative circles, and being conservative became an offense in liberal circles. I have my own theory of what these words should mean and why they’re so important today, and it has a lot to do with my study of the bible. Continue reading Conservative or Liberal
I am really into history, and into knowing ancient cultures. When I visit a new country or city, I want to see the history and values of that place. The best place to get a feel for that is the city’s biggest temple. Majestic displays of architecture and the best each culture had to offer in matters of art, few things express as much about a people as their places of worship.
I imagine the music, art, dances, massive numbers of people and animals in ritual, smells, colors and sound, the spiritual and cultural ethos that wrapped the whole atmosphere there. The architecture, the way the sunlight goes in, the position of the temple in the city, all have a purpose. Often the temple would have the most treasure in the city, and would surpass even a monarch’s palace in wonder. The question, maybe, is: what for? What did the glory of the temples stand for? The answer: for the gods. Temples are orderly, solemn, majestic, wondrous, because they are done to please the gods, not mere men. Continue reading Mad Priests, Temples, and Sexuality.
What is this thing that builds our dreams / Yet slips away from us / Who wants to live forever? / Who wants to live forever? / There’s no chance for us / It’s all decided for us / This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us.
Who wants to live forever? / Who dares to love forever, when love must die?
If you know good rock music, then you know Freddie Mercury and his band, Queen. The other day I was listening to their album Live at Wembley ’86, where they performed the song Who Wants To Live Forever (listen to it here). Amazing song, amazing lyrics. Right after, they perform I Want To Break Free (here), and I can’t be sure if they put some deep thought in the order of the songs or not, but these two in sequence surely brought a strong meaning to the performance. It made me think a lot, and this post here is me trying to digest those thoughts. It was so beautifully… human. I guess that is what art is about, right?
I never met Freddie, and all I know of him is from his music, and yet I have the feeling that I know him better than many people I have small talk with everyday. To me that is what makes a great artist: when you can see his soul through his art. Transparency. Continue reading Who Wants To Live Forever?