Self in a fallen world

Rocks we throw at God

the Self that is un-fallen

as if like our bruisings

tint God black and blue

We toss our suicidal selves

from bridges uniting nothing

into to pits of self destruction

driving dark delusions

Then we fall upon the earth

piling our bloody boulders

at the feet of Jesus

to balance and steady the cross

*We can all speak as if we're innocent yet we are all guilty.

*I'm gonna stay Black and die.  What the fuck!

*Reflections of Alan Jones:

-The great enemy of freedom is fatalism - the acceptance of the inevitable as inevitable.  Part of the work of truth is to subvert some of the texts we take for granted and reveal them as frauds.  Even though a text is inevitable, it does not have to be this or that text.  We have a choice.

-Many of us are kept afloat by subscribing to an energizing lie, to the distortion of a particular text. To suggest that a person's treasured story about themselves could do with some revision is very threatening even when we sympathize the condition.

-Often our descriptions of mental and spiritual states fit a particular cultural situation, and the descriptions change when times change.

-A text is a particular interpretation of a set of facts, and it is good from time to time to review the facts we are interpreting.