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[grid :: ritual] a prayer
[Today is the second experiment in "grid blogging" led by Ashley Benigno; this time on the theme of "ritual." Links to the various participating blogs can be found here.]
I don't pray regularly, but if I were to say a nightly prayer, it might look something like this passage from Samuel Delany's Dhalgren:
"I am limited, finite, and fixed. I am in terror of the infinity before me, having come through the one behind bringing no knowledge I can take on. I commend myself up to what is greater than I, and try to be good. That is wrestling with what I have been given. Do I rage at what I have not? (Is infinity some illusion generated by the way in which time is perceived?) I try to end this pride and rage and commend myself to what is there, instead of illusion. But the veil is the juncture of the perceived and perception. And what in life can rip that? Is the only prayer, then, to live steadily and dully, doing and doubting what the mind demands? I rage for reasons, cry for pity. Do with me what way you will."
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Thursday, January 15, 2004
3:20 PM
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