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  • joe
    joe wrote:
    Apocalypse does not point to a fiery Armageddon but to the fact that our ignorance and our complacency are coming to an end. Our divided, schizophrenic worldview, with no mythology adequate to coordinate our conscious and unconscious -- that is what is coming to an end. The exclusivism of there being only one way in which we can be saved, the idea that there is a single religious group that is in sole possession of the truth -- that is the world as we know it that must pass away. What is the kingdom? It lies in our realization of the ubiquity of the divine presence in our neighbors, in our enemies, in all of us.


    — Joseph Campbell, Thou Art That, p. 107
  • High Priest
    High Priest wrote:
      
    The Man Comes Around

    And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder. One of the four beasts saying, 'Come and see.' and I saw, and behold a white horse"

    There's a man goin' 'round takin' names,
    And he decides who to free and who to blame.
    Everybody won't be treated all the same,
    There'll be a golden ladder reachin' down.
    When the man comes around.

    The hairs on your arm will stand up,
    At the terror in each sip and in each sup.
    Will you partake of that last offered cup,
    Or disappear into the potter's ground?
    When the man comes around.

    Hear the trumpets hear the pipers.
    One hundred million angels singin'.
    Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum.
    Voices callin', voices cryin'.
    Some are born and some are dyin'.
    It's alpha and omega's kingdom come,
    And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
    The virgins are all trimming their wicks,
    The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
    It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks,

    Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom.
    Then the father hen will call his chickens home,
    The wise man will bow down before the throne.
    And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns,
    When the man comes around.

    Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still.
    Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still.
    Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still.
    Listen to the words long written down,
    When the man comes around.

    Hear the trumpets hear the pipers.
    One hundred million angels singin'.
    Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum.
    Voices callin', voices cryin'.
    Some are born and some are dyin'.
    It's alpha and omega's kingdom come,
    And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
    The virgins are all trimming their wicks,
    The whirlwind is in the thorn trees.
    It's hard for thee to kick against the prick,
    In measured hundredweight and penny pound,
    When the man comes around.

    "And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts. And I looked, and behold a pale horse, and his name that sat on him was Death, and hell followed with him."



    Johny Cash

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