Oh when I look to the shape of my heart,
It’s separated only by scars
That cut in and cut out
Oh and leave me without
Oh a heart that functions at all.
And when I look to the shape of the sky,
I give thanks for this hollow chest of mine;
That I no longer feel
The great weight of ordeals
That can make this life so unkind
Oh and if there’s any love in me,
Don’t let it show.
Oh and if there’s any love in me,
Don’t let it grow.
Oh when the wild was all covered by snow,
I forgot the colours that the grass tend to grow.
Oh the trees were all leafless,
And lifeless and black,
And I wondered if the leaves could grow back
For your heart is like a flower as it grows,
And it’s the rain, not just the sun that helps it bloom,
And you don’t know how it feels to be alive,
Until you know how it feels to die
Oh and if there’s any love in me,
Don’t let it show.
Oh and if there’s any love in me,
Don’t let it grow.
Ever since the 2007 Boston bomb scare, I have been slightly interested in the way the public reacts to graffiti artists and guerrilla marketing. Some might say that I have no respect for public property, but quite the opposite: I enjoy works that either improve the appearance of a building, or do not permanently modify it. I have no respect for vandals with no artistic merit.
Edit: Forgot one. The awesome Mario Blocks project.
-Guys and Dolls isn’t too bad of a movie if you ignore the choreographed dancing.
-Frank Sinatra can croon like no one’s business, but Marlon Brando beats Sinatra in coolness, hands down.
-I’d like to dress in a black suit, black shirt, white tie sometime.
-I’ve been mulling over the romance and wooing that God does to our Spirits, and how the history of mankind is the best romance/suspense/comedy/drama/fantasy story that could ever possibly be written.
-Regardless of any of the authors intentions, after watching the Golden Compass, I’ve been thinking a lot about how the spirit interacts with our bodies and how our spirits interact with one another.
-The previous two points have combined together in my mind to get me thinking about the wooing and romance between humans. Most of our methods of attraction lie within the physical realm. We do things to produce sensations, hormones, chemicals in the brain. We might even go a step further and do things in which appeal to the mind. We play mind games of suspense to produce excitement, and try to stress areas of our personalities that we think the other person will find mentally stimulating.
I’ve decided to try to learn spiritual romance, and what it looks like. People read books to learn about how to improve their physical and mental romancing. I have a couple books in mind, but I’m not quite sure if they cover what I’m talking about. Even Christian books about love/dating/romance mostly fall in the mental realm. So how else would I learn? I plan to study God, and how He woos us, and I’ve also have asked Him to teach me. Might as well learn from the author, right?
I just picked up Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis the other day, to read through again. The book is brilliant, but it’s also renewed my love for C.S. Lewis. With the Chronicles of Narnia finally getting outstanding treatment on the big screen (let’s see if they can keep it up), I can only hope that it will attract a few new Lewis readers.
