Platypus of Truth

It is time! It is high time! But time for what? Time for the Platypus to get a cookie. What then? Is it not time to preach the doctrine of eternal recurrence or proclaim the advent of the Higher Man? Does the Platypus show his resentment for the Higher Man thus? No, for the Platypus is no friend of resentment. But the Higher Men have come, and the people did everything with them that they wished. This generation will have neither Christ nor Anti-Christ. So the Platypus will eat his cookie, for the servants of the Everlasting Man must also learn to wait. Thus Spoke the Platypus

The Maker Dave Matthews Band and Dave Matthews The Maker (Daniel Lanois) Oh, oh deep water, black and cold like the night I stand with arms wide openI've run a twisted line I'm a stranger in the eyes of the Maker I could not see for the fog in my eyes I could not feel for the fear in my life From across the great divide, In the distance I saw a light Of John Baptist walking to me with the Maker My body my body is bent and broken by long and dangerous sleep I can't work the fields of Abraham and turn my head away I'm not a stranger in the hands of the Maker Brother John, have you seen the homeless daughters Standing here with broken wings I have seen the flaming swords There over east of eden Burning in the eyes of the Maker Burning in the eyes of the MakerBurning in the eyes of the Maker Oh, river rise from your sleep Oh, river rise from your sleep Oh, river rise from your sleep

Do you ever stop and think that God has a personality? To be correct, He has something more personal that personality. Something that makes each one of us look like stick figures on a kindergarten chalk board. There are times when I feel it distinctly. This weekend, He's trying to cheer me up. Imagine that... The God of the universe bothering about my setbacks and cares.... My fiance just happens to be online much later than she planned when I need to talk to her. My friend gives me a call and wants to hang out just when I could use a friend. I find a miniature I've been wanting for some time now and I finally have a little money in my pocket to buy it. My roommate comes home with the complete Goofy cartoons after a day spent doing re-writes and damage assessment on my thesis. The sermon at church could have been tailor made for me. I have lunch with another friend and we both get coupons for a whole meal extra cheap at one of my favorite restaurants. I get to catch up on B5 se...

Well, my thesis was handed back to me with massive revisions so I won't be graduating until August. *sigh* Back to the drawing board. I'll be handing in a massively revised copy at the end of May. Hopefully they'll like it this time.

I'll be defending my thesis this Friday at 1pm. I'll let you know how it goes.

The Platypus is a laughing spirit, a dancing spirit! What shall the Platypus say, then, of those men who bind themselves within a nutshell and call themselves kings of infinate space? Such men, if they have bad dreams, have learned to call them "good", or if they are honest they have learned to say "I prefer bad dreams." The Platypus shall laugh a bright and joyous laugh and say "come out of your nutshell for it is too small! Come out and breath the free air! Feel the sun on your face! You cannot be kings of your nutshell forever, for the world is too large and will crush you!" Thus Spoke the Platypus

There is a sort of man who goes around proclaiming all day that he awaits the coming of the superman. And in this he exhorts all men to follow him: namely to will the superman. What shall the Platypus say of such a man? Shall he resent him? No, for that would be only to defile himself. Shall he oppose him? No, for such a man thrives on contention and worse: he will lead you to resentment. What shall the Platypus say of such a man, then? He shall laugh with the dispelling laughter of one who sees another who takes himself all too seriously and out of honour for a truth-loving spirit wishes to recall him to himself. Worship God or no God, but hide not your god by calling him the superman. Thus Spoke the Platypus

Well my thesis draft is all set and I'll be handing it in tomorrow. My defense will be sometime before the end of the month, God willing. My thanks goes to all of you who have been praying. There's still a lot more to go, but this is one more hurdle cleared. I will keep posting updates.

Kev posted this on his blog a while back, but after reading Nietzsche's "Ecce Homo" this past week, I think it's time for a reappearance. O God of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and die; The walls of gold entomb us, The swords of scorn divide, Take not thy thunder from us, But take away our pride. From all that terror teaches, From lies of tongue and pen, From all the easy speeches That comfort cruel men, From sale and profanation Of honour and the sword, From sleep and from damnation, Deliver us, good Lord. Tie in a living tether The prince and priest and thrall, Bind all our lives together, Smite us and save us all; In ire and exultation Aflame with faith, and free, Lift up a living nation, A single sword to thee. -G.K. Chesterton