Seriously! Sometimes I forget that we've already killed off War because as a villain he was SO unmemorable. I keep on thinking that can't be it, maybe he'll come back, 'cos I mean... is that it? On the other hand, if they're so destructible, this also expands the potential that the Christian mythos can be fought with other pantheons and mythologies, that Christianity isn't the end-all be-all here. I've always been a fan of the idea that multiple pantheons share the cosmos in the SPNverse. Maybe after the Winchesters avert the Apocalypse, they get recruited to stop Ragnarok, and then 2012. ("Dammit! You stop ONE apocalypse and suddenly they're banging down your door to stop ALL of them!")
THE UNIVERSE AS THE SIMS AND GOD AS A SIMS PLAYER is such a delightful conception of the cosmos, I cannot even! I can totally see it.
Then he sits back and watches, not because he has a plan, but because he's curious. Have you read a book called 'Abandon' by Pico Iyer? This conversation is reminding me of that. "What if, let's say, God's abandonment is not that of an indifferent parent, but, rather, that of a composer, a creator, so carried away by the forces that race through Him that He forgets everything around Him and lets the story run away with Him? What, in other words, if the abandonment that God is guilty of is not that of desertion but, rather, of rapture, the neglectfulness of an artist who lets the work take over?" I posted a bunch of quotes from it here (http://lassiterfics.livejournal.com/101536.html#cutid1), and I would recommend this book to you, it sounds relevant to your interests. This is the characterization of God that I'm sort of going for in this Castiel fic, part deadbeat dad, part romantic, kind of nostalgic, itchy with wanderlust (and wonderlust?), but also "Smashed to the heart / Under the ribs / With a terrible love", as Carl Sandberg would say. Because God loves and loves, but He is not always loved back, or something like that, because who can love like God loves? No one. Is this worse for the Lover or the Beloved? That's not a hypothetical question. Maybe we really CAN'T know how much God loves us, maybe we just really really can't. God really is unique in all this world, and maybe that is his burden. He is the ONLY one. Because He is everything, He is become nothing. Because He is everywhere, He is nowhere.
God, of course, has given humans the part of himself that is Creator and curious God can't figure out why everyone wants him to have this big plan Hee! Oh, God. I wanna ruffle his hair and drink beers with him.
Speaking of robots and Escher, have you seen this (http://www.genetologisch-onderzoek.nl/wp-content/image_upload/cloned-hands.jpg)?
That's the realization Cas would find devastating: there isn't a Plan. OMG YES! Wow, absolutely. OH CAS, I am verklempt for him all the time!
I didn't realize there were so many Filipinos in the Navy! Are you looking forward to 'The Pacific' HBO miniseries as much as I am? I am trying to picture these fried pastry sticks of which you speak. Is it like churros? Hey, have you tried halo-halo? Puto? Haha, man let's not get me blabbering about food when I'm already blabbering about god.
It's not so much that God has nothing in the fic. He has a lot of things, on account of being God, but he's become disaffected maybe? He's become restless, maybe a little burned out, and, I dunno, I'm kind of getting a 'mental health retreat' vibe from it, except he's maybe thinking of retreating permanently. Checking out, retiring. God just wants a little peace, and He thinks He's found some here, with his crappy rented room and his sketching and his modest stall at Greenhills, anonymity in a sea of people. For lunch he always get the same thing -- chicken adobo and a Coke -- and it is a comforting routine. The manang behind the counter knows Him and gives Him extra sauce and always asks how He's doing, then tells Him how her children are doing. And anyway, His creations seem to be doing fine on their own.
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THE UNIVERSE AS THE SIMS AND GOD AS A SIMS PLAYER is such a delightful conception of the cosmos, I cannot even! I can totally see it.
Then he sits back and watches, not because he has a plan, but because he's curious.
Have you read a book called 'Abandon' by Pico Iyer? This conversation is reminding me of that. "What if, let's say, God's abandonment is not that of an indifferent parent, but, rather, that of a composer, a creator, so carried away by the forces that race through Him that He forgets everything around Him and lets the story run away with Him? What, in other words, if the abandonment that God is guilty of is not that of desertion but, rather, of rapture, the neglectfulness of an artist who lets the work take over?" I posted a bunch of quotes from it here (http://lassiterfics.livejournal.com/101536.html#cutid1), and I would recommend this book to you, it sounds relevant to your interests. This is the characterization of God that I'm sort of going for in this Castiel fic, part deadbeat dad, part romantic, kind of nostalgic, itchy with wanderlust (and wonderlust?), but also "Smashed to the heart / Under the ribs / With a terrible love", as Carl Sandberg would say. Because God loves and loves, but He is not always loved back, or something like that, because who can love like God loves? No one. Is this worse for the Lover or the Beloved? That's not a hypothetical question. Maybe we really CAN'T know how much God loves us, maybe we just really really can't. God really is unique in all this world, and maybe that is his burden. He is the ONLY one. Because He is everything, He is become nothing. Because He is everywhere, He is nowhere.
God, of course, has given humans the part of himself that is Creator and curious
God can't figure out why everyone wants him to have this big plan
Hee! Oh, God. I wanna ruffle his hair and drink beers with him.
Speaking of robots and Escher, have you seen this (http://www.genetologisch-onderzoek.nl/wp-content/image_upload/cloned-hands.jpg)?
That's the realization Cas would find devastating: there isn't a Plan.
OMG YES! Wow, absolutely. OH CAS, I am verklempt for him all the time!
I didn't realize there were so many Filipinos in the Navy! Are you looking forward to 'The Pacific' HBO miniseries as much as I am? I am trying to picture these fried pastry sticks of which you speak. Is it like churros? Hey, have you tried halo-halo? Puto? Haha, man let's not get me blabbering about food when I'm already blabbering about god.
It's not so much that God has nothing in the fic. He has a lot of things, on account of being God, but he's become disaffected maybe? He's become restless, maybe a little burned out, and, I dunno, I'm kind of getting a 'mental health retreat' vibe from it, except he's maybe thinking of retreating permanently. Checking out, retiring. God just wants a little peace, and He thinks He's found some here, with his crappy rented room and his sketching and his modest stall at Greenhills, anonymity in a sea of people. For lunch he always get the same thing -- chicken adobo and a Coke -- and it is a comforting routine. The manang behind the counter knows Him and gives Him extra sauce and always asks how He's doing, then tells Him how her children are doing. And anyway, His creations seem to be doing fine on their own.