Drug (the wrong in the beauty)

So you ask me why I feel that I can't be a Good Girl in your faith.

And I tell you.

The virtues of my faith, whatever gods I'm pledged to, depend on me being free to make those crazy choices that but for command and free will would leave me hopelessly sin-struck. I have to be free to balance myself on that scissor-hinge between the letter and the spirit of the law, knowing that if, when, I slip, I'm cut, I'm rent in two.

Your faith seeks to provide me with safety, with firm lines outside of which I should not color. Your faith seeks to provide me with certainty. Your faith's rules are set for the lowest common denominator. And your faith knows that it's not for everyone. But they want everyone to try.

You've seen me dance along outside the lines of your faith, following an instinct that shows me the places where the cliff's overhang might cave in. This dance, the autonomy to take the risk and win the impossible, or take the risk and take the fall and face up to the Divine directly, is integral to me and my purpose in life. The benefits to others outweigh the risks to my soul. The lines your church draws, the helpful guarding railing sunk deep into the solid rock of the cliff, this far and no further, would stand between me and the Work I've pledged my life to.

And yet, the church whispers, try it. You might like it.

It's not a question of, does this woman know herself, her purpose, her soul enough to be told the purpose of the church, and to say no, that safety is not mine to seek. This church, it whispers, could be for everyone. We are all-encompassing. Try it. Try it and you may, I say. Shouldn't my oath's word be enough to demonstrate that I understand the purpose, I've seen the good and the evil it can accomplish, and I know the church would do irreparable harm to my self and my soul?

Try it. You might like it.

More from Godwin

AzureLunatic: Am I dating myself in the fact that I think the goatse man is classic internet humor, but I think that the use of Tubgirl is another form of Godwin's Law in action?
E: Not really -- I think you're quite correct there. The trick URL is one thing -- posting disgusting pictures in an attempt to overwhelm the person is quite another. It's attempts at intimidation, plain and simple.
AzureLunatic: One doesn't usually post the actual goatse man picture as a bludgeon. It's artfully presented as an aid to the argument that winds up being unexpected, but easily escaped.
E: Of course, any picture posted over and over becomes a bludgeon, same with text, but text takes a lot more of it to have the same effect.

The upshot of this, of course, is that it's becoming widely accepted in assorted internet forums that if one has to resort to posting the Tubgirl image (if you don't know about this, please, enjoy your innocence; if you're really dying to know what it is, you can Google it, but not from work, unless you work for an extremely nasty adult service, and not if you really do like your sanity; suffice to say that it's a rather nasty image manipulation) or other pictures of a similar negative level on the "savory" scale in order to feel that one has "won" a debate, one has no more won than if one has resorted to drawing unwarranted comparisons to the Nazis and/or Hitler and using those to attempt to crush the opposition.

The GNAA and all the trollish denizens of certain notorious forums have automatically lost all internet debates they enter into, in other words.

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Erk, work.

Don't wanna go to work.

But it's something I've just gotta do.

So off I go.

It was such a nice dream, too. A nice long conversation with Darkside while snuggled up together like we were a few months ago while we were hanging out and he was gaming and I was just lying next to him playing with the glowstick. Perfection. And then I had to go and wake up.

The Roommates: Status

Azzie: writing in LJ, checking friends page, cleaning apartment
garnetdagger: lurking
Naomi: worrying about her twin, in between being happy
Marah: sprawled face-down on her very pink bed in her very pink room, finally having cried herself into exhaustion

The Roommates: Status Update

Azzie: hiding behind garnetdagger
garnetdagger: looking at the scene with this "WTF?" look on her face, though surprisingly not a particularly concerned one.
Naomi: sticking her head out of her (pale blue) room, asking, "Is it safe to come back out now?"
Marah: preening herself, and looking like the cat that just ate the fucking canaries