Lilith on Luke 13:11-13

Abraham took Isaac's hand
And led him to the lonesome hill
While his daughter hid and watched
She dare not breathe; she was so still

Just as an angel cried for the slaughter
Abraham’s daughter raised her voice

Then the angel asked her what her name was
She said, "I have none."
Then he asked, "How can this be?"
"My father never gave me one."

And with his sword up raised for the slaughter
Abraham’s daughter raised her bow
"How darest you, child, defy your father?"
"You better let young Isaac go."

 

~ lyrics Arcade Fire,

 

 

¹¹ And, behold, there was a woman which had a spirit of infirmity eighteen years, and was bowed together, and could in no wise lift up herself.

¹² And when Jesus saw her, he called her to him, and said unto her, Woman, thou art loosed from thine infirmity.

¹³ And he laid his hands on her: and immediately she was made straight, and glorified God.

Jaysus Christ on a piece of toast,

Thank God for that!!

Now I can get my legs up over my head again

and go back to work as a

Whore!

Till We Have Faces

Of course we all start with the idea that our senses put us in direct contact with reality—you think that your eyes are windows by which your brain “sees” the world. But science teaches you that your eye, or rather the nerve of your eye, is merely a telegraph wire. It’s [sic] vibration produces a feeling in your brain which we call colour etc.: but what the Something at the other end which starts the vibration may be, of this no human being can have any conception. No increase of our sensory keenness, no microscope or telescope can put us in any direct relation with the Thing: we still remain dependent on this long chain of communications, travelling by vibration from atom to atom: and we can never have any proof that the sensation which it produces in our brain conveys any true idea of the external Thing. ~ C.S. Lewis

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