Monday, August 28, 2017

3.8 Everything is Relative



The Ladder of Divine Ascent 3.8
Eve was exiled from Paradise against her will, but the monk is a willing exile from his home. She would have liked the tree of disobedience again; and he would certainly expose himself to frequent danger from relatives according to the flesh.

Everything is relative, even when it is not
Apples to apples; oranges put the squeeze on, too.
It's not important why you are an exile,
It's just imperative that you never go back home.
Any hovel is Paradise when the stars are your roof,
And every stranger is your brother when you are lonely.
It's better to be naked and ashamed than exposed
To the temptations of cuisine, comfort and companions.
Stolen fruit may rumble the belly for a while
But it tastes like nostalgia, like your mother's apple pie.
No one makes you childish as the one who made you a man;
Leave your mother and cleave to your wifelessness.
Forbidden fruit is superior to all the other fruits, let's face it;
If you've got to die, that's the way to go - but you don't have to.
Even when willing, be against your will, so that you will not
Return to your own will; where there is a will, there is no way.


Thursday, August 24, 2017

3.7 Let's Go Back



The Ladder of Divine Ascent 3.7
Have you become an exile from the world? 
Do not touch the world any more; 
because the passions desire nothing better than to return.


Do you remember all those apples?
Well, it was just one, but wow
There was no other feeling like it
Until God slaughtered that cow
The knowledge we were naked
Brought an exhilarating shame
Come on now and let's go back
To Eden from where we came

Let's go back for s***s and giggles
Let's go back for husks and slop
Let's go watch the serpent wiggle
Don't know why we'd ever stop
Yeah I know it's gonna kill us
Yeah I know we're gonna die
If we're gonna fall so far I guess
We might as well get high

Pretty sure God said don't touch it
If we do well then we'll die
But oh I really need that feeling
From making up my own why
Let's go sow our wild fig leaves
In the sunny hot today
It'll be something to talk about
In the garden where we pray

Let's go back for s***s and giggles
Let's go back for husks and slop
Let's go watch the serpent wiggle
Don't know why we'd ever stop
Yeah I know it's gonna kill us
Yeah I know we're gonna die
If we're gonna fall so far I guess
We might as well get high

Thank God for the flaming angel
Who swings the double-edged sword
Enemies make long their furrows
Cut me off unto the Lord
Yes my feet may still get dusty
And the serpent bite my heel
But I know I can't go back there
Eden has lost its appeal

Don't go back for s***s and giggles
Can't go back to husks and slop
Now the serpent's head can't wiggle
Beneath the crushing heel on top
I know it will never kill us
I know we will never die
If we're gonna fly so far I guess
I will take the road on high


3.6 Wine, Women, and Song


The Ladder of Divine Ascent 3.6
Detachment is excellent; but her mother is exile. Having become an exile for the Lord’s sake, we should have no ties of affection at all lest we seem to be roving in order to gratify our passions.


We are looking for places in all the wrong love
It's hard to desire something dispassionately
Not to mention having passions we don't desire
Even holy spirits can make us drunk in excess

Whoa, look at that - but only if it's yours to view
Otherwise watch your steps for stumbling blocks
Many men take in the sights as they are walking
Eventually never getting where they were going
Noses followed get stuck where they don't belong

Sing, sing to the Lord a new song, but make it the
Old one sung on the journey up to Jerusalem
Not the elevator music soundtrack of your life
Gasps of prayer make the best singing voice

And no, you aren't lacking desire just due to
Leaving it all behind; you can't take it with you, but
Desire is obtained at the end of the exile