Hidden Desires...

If Panentheism’s core thesis, that God is in the world, is to animate a spiritual approach to life, then we have to account for the way in which God is in the destructive or thanative dimensions of life. From the perspective of evolutionary ecology the universe is imbued with creative and destructive energies. The creative drive can be termed eros as creation occurs through the expansion of relational unities, holons. The destructive drive is termed thanatos and is the drive to sever connection. An argument is developed from the perspective of evolutionary ecology to show how thanatos serves eros, serves the evolutionary unfolding of higher orders of communion. I suggest there are healthy and pathological expressions of the thanative drive. God within the thanative invites us to embrace the transformative potentials of suffering by integrating thanatos-in-eros. God as eros invites us to develop expanded modes of connection, inter-subjectivity and communion.

-Caresse Cranwell

Hypno-Fads

What's YOUR Distraction?

Going Hyper'

Chtela bych byt robotem

What's happened to you..... ...You're sitting like a pillar and aren't talking at all Sometimes I get the feeling that you dont excite me, that you don't know much about me At first sight I thought that you might be the right boy But over time you turned out to be schoolboyish You can't hear my laugh or my cries And instead of me, you have a computer The screen so cold, like an orchid So put me into a programme some day you can create a robot out of me, however you want, Give me the ashes which he was suppose to do but never found time Connect me to the terminal and everything will be fine Well' be together, I'll be your machine and you'll be my Frankenstein You can't hear my laugh or my cries And instead of me you have a computer The screen, cold as an orchid So put me into your programme (Chorus) I would like to be, your robot I would like to be your robot I would like to be your robot I would like to be your robot (x 2) Maybe you would like me.. like me ...like me...like me... I like the idea of leaning on you All your wishes for one touch fulfill that moment He spends the whole day in the kitchen working hard He works and his little robot hands do not even break a sweat You cant hear my laugh or my cries And instead of me you have a computer Screen as cold as an orchid So put me into your programme (Chorus)

A Crazed Girl

THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,

Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.

No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea.'

- William Butler Yeats

Happy St. Tammany's Day!