The 'Without'

Where we perceive reality

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A priest showed up at our door today.  Here’s the ‘storified’ version of what happened.
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Heard someone knocking gently on the door. I turned the volume down a bit, and rushed to see who’s disturbing my moment with Said’s Culture and Imperialism, and Metallica covering Deep Purple’s When a Blind Man Cries. 
A tall, 6 foot something, priest was at the door holding a couple of pamphlets; a schoolboy was with him, dressed up and impatient.
'Yes', I said, holding the door half open. It was a confusing visit.
'Hello, sir. We represent the Church of XXXX which is on XXXX street. Do you have a minute?', the immaculate, bald priest asked.
'Sure.'
'Have you seen our pamphlets? We have a wide range of them, in 98 different languages. They help a lot if you're in trouble, in debt, or if you just need help regarding your baby.'
'No, I have not', I said. I was shocked; 'how the hell do they know I have a baby' I thought. 'So now they are in the loan business and smooth immigration? In return of what…? Recruitment?' I thought. Even the thought of that was ludicrous.
'May I ask you what religion you follow?'
Boom! That was it; no more Mr. nice guy. You’ve released the green monster [nope not the Kraken; not this time].
'The Church of the flying Lasagna the Spirit' I said, looking straight into his eyes.
'Pardon me?'
'None of the above; I follow none.'
'Bless you, then. So may I leave these pamphlets with you?'
'Hah! Did he just bless me? Now, this is hilarious', I thought. I couldn't hold it any more. I was about to laugh my head off. So I thought I should end this weird, unwelcome visit soon lest I ruin everyone's day.
'Sure. So if I need a loan or something I can come to you, am I correct?' I said. 
'Of course; we have meetings on Sundays. Alright now. Thank you very much and have a good day, sir.'
'Yeah, you too.'
They opened the front door and left the building. Suddenly I realized I’d forgotten something. I wanted to open the door and shout: “Run, little boy. Run for your life!”

A priest showed up at our door today.  Here’s the ‘storified’ version of what happened.

—-

Heard someone knocking gently on the door. I turned the volume down a bit, and rushed to see who’s disturbing my moment with Said’s Culture and Imperialism, and Metallica covering Deep Purple’s When a Blind Man Cries. 

A tall, 6 foot something, priest was at the door holding a couple of pamphlets; a schoolboy was with him, dressed up and impatient.

'Yes', I said, holding the door half open. It was a confusing visit.

'Hello, sir. We represent the Church of XXXX which is on XXXX street. Do you have a minute?', the immaculate, bald priest asked.

'Sure.'

'Have you seen our pamphlets? We have a wide range of them, in 98 different languages. They help a lot if you're in trouble, in debt, or if you just need help regarding your baby.'

'No, I have not', I said. I was shocked; 'how the hell do they know I have a baby' I thought. 'So now they are in the loan business and smooth immigration? In return of what…? Recruitment?' I thought. Even the thought of that was ludicrous.

'May I ask you what religion you follow?'

Boom! That was it; no more Mr. nice guy. You’ve released the green monster [nope not the Kraken; not this time].

'The Church of the flying Lasagna the Spirit' I said, looking straight into his eyes.

'Pardon me?'

'None of the above; I follow none.'

'Bless you, then. So may I leave these pamphlets with you?'

'Hah! Did he just bless me? Now, this is hilarious', I thought. I couldn't hold it any more. I was about to laugh my head off. So I thought I should end this weird, unwelcome visit soon lest I ruin everyone's day.

'Sure. So if I need a loan or something I can come to you, am I correct?' I said. 

'Of course; we have meetings on Sundays. Alright now. Thank you very much and have a good day, sir.'

'Yeah, you too.'

They opened the front door and left the building. Suddenly I realized I’d forgotten something. I wanted to open the door and shout: “Run, little boy. Run for your life!”

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The robbers

"Schiller, the Kantian, is as much more insensible than Goethe as he is more sensual: as much more abstract, as he is a playing of sexuality. Sex, as an immediate craving, makes everything an object of action and therewith equal. ‘Amelia for the robbers’ - which is why Louise remains insipid as lemonade. Casanova’s women, not for nothing often called by letters instead of names, are hardly distinguishable from one another, as too are the figurines forming complex pyramids to the strain of de Sade’s mechanical organ. Something of this sexual crudity, this inability to make distinctions, animates the great speculative of Idealism, defying all the imperatives and yoking German mind to German barbarism. Peasant greed, only with difficulty held in check by the threats of priests, asserts in metaphysics its autonomous right to reduce everything in its path as unceremoniously to its basic essence as do soldiers the women of a captured town." Theo Adorno - ‘Minima Moralia: The robbers’ (that’s why I dislike Schiller and his definition of Bildung so much!)

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