( In which I rant even more endlessly than usual regarding scriptural treatment of homosexuality, the alleged 'assault on marriage,' and what, presupposing for a moment such an assault to exist, ought to be done about it, and otherwise am odd and sleepy. )

When I was about 11, I took an astronomy course at summer camp. In the course, we were informed casually that stars had life cycles: that they were given birth, exploded into light for a time, and would eventually die. I was completely devastated. I had known that they were "just big balls of gas" and all that, but that had never really gotten in ( Read more... )

Again, a walk several hours after midnight. On my way south to the water, I noticed drawn in chalk on the ground "This way," with a squiggly arrow. Being obedient to such orders, especially when walking at night, I followed. Further arrows, some straight, some merrily squiggly, some doubled on the street, made themselves evident: "I love you," "the ( Read more... )

The other night, I was on a walk, several hours past midnight. It was raining slightly, the sort of rain one doesn't notice terribly until one gets inside and realizes that in comparison to the rest of one's clothes, hanging neatly in the closet, the ones you're wearing are really quite wet. In passing a puddle, I stopped to observe the reflection ( Read more... )

Upon telling a small group of people that my online journal handle was to be "Redcrosse," it was met with some small degree of confusion. It conjured up one of a few images. An international humanitarian aid organization. For those who know me fairly well, the insignia of the French Templar-based machine legions of Forever After, one of my more ( Read more... )