In the course of reading something today I came across the phrase "the modern desacralizing of our lives," and it set loose a bunch of thoughts. Some of the thoughts connected up to a fierce discussion quite a while back, which doesn't need rehashing here right now, but one bit from it suddenly glinted at me in a new light. And now I'm thinking about distinctions between the sacred and the profane -- you know, pro fane, that stuff that happens down in front of the holy place, on the ground by just us folks? I've always had, simultaneously, a fascination with the liminal and a tendency not to draw those kinds of hard lines. Which is kind of funny, I guess: how do you get a threshold if everything is all the same place and there isn't a floor plan? And yet, there I am.
Universal liminality? OK, maybe I'll have to put that into the same gentle comedy routine as bisexual separatism, because it makes me nod and giggle at the same time. Huh.
Honour Your Inner Magpie
- musings sparked by some religious stuff I was reading