Parabola and The Grudge

The product of listening to final presentations in Biblical Literature with Tool songs stuck in my head.

PARABOLA
"This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in this body, this body holding me, feeling eternal.
 All this pain is an illusion…This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
 Embrace this moment. Remember. We are eternal, all this pain is an illusion."

This body. This body holding me here in this room, stuck surrounded by this rambling--causing pain detached from this body. This body holding me filled with ambiguous anger as I listen to her definitions of fear. Why did I write that? Hermeneutically for my immediate socio-cultural concerns or for a figurative interpretation specific to each individual? Am I universal or am I trapped in this body? This body holding me remains unmoved from this chair. Plato's essence of this chair. This imperfect. This body. This body holding me takes in her words as fire fueling rage to kill what is not part of this body. This body holding me reminds me of that immortal mortality within/without this body.

"clutch it like a cornerstone," the stone that you rejected, "otherwise it all comes down," has become the cornerstone.

~NOTES~
Milton. Absolute evil. Successful theodicy. Eve's evil. Justify the ways of God to man. Evil is inherently irrational, it will not yield to a rational explanation. Mark marginalizes anyone else who could have a direct claim on Jesus. Adoption of Jesus. Davidic Line. No "earthly" father. No sperm, no dice. Jesus as the ultimate politician. Issues fitting God into a human package. Peter's like, "come here, Jesus, lemme tell you how it's gonna be…" Pretty hardcore atheist? Does that mean he can't acknowledge any useful role for religion? That sounds more like pretty hardcore moron. Cultural transference. Platonism. Cave. Day and night. One's conception of the world. Value. Morality.

THE GRUDGE
"Wear the grudge like a crown of negativity…Clutch it like a cornerstone. 
Otherwise it all comes down. Justify denials and grip 'em to the lonesome end…Saturn ascends. Choose one or ten. 
Hang on or be humbled again…Let go."

Heart crowned with heavy thorns of a ruined rose. Sticking in; a puncturing grip. To loosen is to lose. Let go and blood flows from the lacking last defense of that unlucky rose. Collapsed the thick weight of thorns: tearing more as they fall away. Red vessels circle dying cavity like planets finding the universe with no gain. Brittle petals drop, dripping red off this stemmed pride. Prickling again, too late to stop the lesions. One to ten beats left before the eschatological drain. Cavern cavity too slippery to hang on; ascend. Clutching scabs wounds deeper. Letting go looses, loses all. Here it all comes down

Reviews

[Jessica J]

Even though understanding this piece is hard, I enjoyed it because I LOVE TOOL. Anything they do is magic as is many interpretations of their work.

[Jon Klement]

There are too many disjointed and disparate sentence fragments here even for a "stream of consciousness" piece. Although the reader can see that there are potentially some interesting points and connections here, none of the points or connections really gets made.

[Legion]

Interesting piece. I am a Tool fan as well. Why is Eve considered evil?