#log

Eros, who was awakened when the girdle was cast aside, thought it unfitting that the Goddess of Love should turn herself into a Goddess of War, since that post was already filled by Athena. On the other hand, a battle between the Goddess of Love with the God of War also did not make sense, as they should either make love or make war & indulge either in love-games or war-games. For how could one party make love whilst the other make war at the same time? For it took two parties to either make love or make war. And thus Eros decided to turn Mars into the God of Hate to see whether a battle between Love & Hate could produce Chaos, since Love & Chaos were one & so were Hate & Chaos. And thus Eros sent Phobos & Deimos to Mars, to turn the God of War into the God of Hate. ↗

— Nicholas Chong

#love

And the naked lovers looked for a place where they could lay together & Aphrodite suggested that her bed was as good as any. And thus, Ares & Aphrodite, dropped their war games in favour of love games, to make love, not war. And as they kissed & coupled again & again in Aphrodite`s bed, the Goddess of Love was impregnated with the lovely Harmonia since Harmony & Peace prevailed when people made love, not war. And that was also the time when Chaos fell on the lovers as the invisible netting rigged by Hephaestus over his wife`s bed caught the lovers in its trap. ↗

— Nicholas Chong

#love

I realized that a life without you in it was meaningless. The adventure I was living seemed so dull and lackluster when compared to the way my heart fills with happiness when I see you. I could give it all up, and start a new adventure with you, as husband and wife. Let me protect you, let me take care of you. Let me love you. ↗

— Sarah West

#life

At night the cries of cats making love or fighting, their caterwauling in the dark, told us that the world was pure emotion, flung back and forth among its creatures, the agony of the one-eyed Siamese no different from that of the Lisbon girls, and even the trees plunged in feeling. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#anticipation #virgin-suicides #love

Those who speak of progression but are afraid of change are self-repressed and therefore unable to reach any further than their eyes can already see. ↗

— Criss Jami

#afraid #change #cognition #experimentation #eyes

A woman has her Juno, just as a man has his Genius; they are names for the sacred power, the divine spark we each of us have in us. My Juno can't "get into" me, it is already my deepest self. The poet was speaking of Juno as if it were a person, a woman, with likes and dislikes: a jealous woman. The world is sacred, of course, it is full of gods, numina, great powers and presences. We give some of them names--Mars of the fields and the war, Vesta the fire, Ceres the grain, Mother Tellus the earth, the Penates of the storehouse. The rivers, the springs. And in the storm cloud and the light is the great power called the father god. But they aren't people. They don't love and hate, they aren't for or against. They accept the worship due them, which augments their power, through which we live. ↗

— Ursula K. Le Guin

#gods #mythology #spirituality #worship #love

Smartass Disciple: Which one was first created, time or things? Master of Stupidity: No things, no changes. No changes, no time. ↗

— Toba Beta

#clarity-of-perception #creation #first #logic #things

Psychology either tends to glorify human beings or trivialize them, leaving out the complexity of the human soul and the demands of God. ↗

— Gene Edward Veith Jr.

#psychology #sociology #love

Professionalism is like love: it is made up of the constant flow of little bits of proof that testify to devotion and care. Everything else is pretension or incompetence. ↗

— Tomislav Šola

#heritology #museology #museum #professionalism #šola

...we can never attain a maximum love of God with only a minimum knowledge of God ↗

— Frank J. Sheed

#theology #love