Luce
January 2011
23 posts
I get really sad when
people I want to know more and maybe get with don’t think I’m hot enough.
I’ll stop caring now.
Not working :(
It weirds me out
But it weirds me out that you don’t make more moves.
It weirds me out that you’re part of that game.
It weirds me out that you think you’re playing smart.
It weirds me out to like you.
Weirds me the fuck out to be scared to make a move.
Your beauty, that weirds me out.
I play indifferent..weirded out.
You’re a flirt, flirt, flirt.
You weird me out, I like it.
When I grow up /graduate, I want to go live in..
..Florence
..Marseille
..Barcelona
..Corsica
..Seattle
..Brussels
..Rotterdam
..Boston
..South Africa
..Sardegna
.. ghaa WHAT DO I DO??!!!
No Government? Great Country! #ShameBE →
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So… My country is falling apart. Not a lot of people know about it.
Belgium hasn’t had a government since June 2010, and the two regions that constitute the country want to be independent (actually one does want separation, but not the other). Of course we have a King (who has no political purpose), we have great beer and chocolate (to comfort us), but a messy inefficient political structure.
I get sad when I think that my country might not be a country anymore some day, but rather two pieces of land.
I wish I could be there to support.
-Saddy Belgy Lucy
O Brave New World
“‘You can only be independent of God while you’ve got youth and prosperity; independence won’t take you safely to the end.’ Well, we’ve now got youth and prosperity right up to the end. What follows? Evidently, that we can be independent of God. ‘The religious sentiment will compensate us for all our losses.’ But there aren’t any losses for us to compensate; religious sentiment is superfluous. And why should we go hunting for a substitute for youthful desires, when youthful desires never fail? A substitute for distractions, when we go on enjoying all the old fooleries to the very last? what need have we of repose when our minds and bodies continue to delight in activity? of consolation, when we have soma? of something immovable, when there is social order?”
“Then you think there is no God?”
“No, I think there quite probably is one.”
“Then why?…”
“But he manifests himself in different ways to different men. In premodern times he manifested himself as the being that’s described in these books. Now…”
“How does he manifest himself now?” asks the Savage.
“Well, he manifests himself as an absence; as though he weren’t there at all.”
“That’s your fault.”
“Call it the fault of civilization. God isn’t compatible with machinery and scientific medicine and universal happiness. You must make your choice. Our civilization has chosen machinery and medicine and happiness. That’s why I have to keep these booked locked up in the safe. They’re smut. People would be shocked if…”
The Savage interrupted him. “But isn’t it natural to feel there’s a God?”
“You might well ask if it’s natural to do up one’s trousers with zippers,” said the Controller sarcastically. “You remind me of another of those old fellows called Bradley. He defined philosophy as the finding of bad reason for what one believes by instinct. As if one believed anything by instinct! One believes things because one has been conditioned to believe them. Finding bad reasons for what one believes for other bad reasons—that’s philosophy. People believe in God because they’ve been conditioned to believe in God.”
