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Unitarian Jihad

My Unitarian Jihad Name is:
Sister Neutron Bomb of Looking at All Sides of the Question.

Get yours.



This one's been making the rounds, and I must say that I like the article. I would probably make a good Unitarian, all things considered. I was raised in a secular Quaker household, which meant that while I didn't get a heavy dose of the Jesus-stuff, I did get a lot of simplicity and tolerance and kindness. Trying to get a Barbie (plastic, overmarketed, not conducive to serious creativity) meant an uphill battle both ways in the snow. Expressing an interest in building things resulted in a good-quality kid-sized tool set, and parental help at not hammering little fingers too hard. The worst trouble I ever got in as a kid was for slapping my sister. I liked the format of Meeting, with a silent meeting where you sat and were quiet unless you were moved to speak. (I wound up there only rarely, but I liked it when I did go.) I liked the idea that you should come up with your own ideas about how things worked.

I'm rather randomly pagan at the moment; I'm definitively not Wiccan, because garnetdagger (who's my more spiritual side to begin with) is not half gentle enough to qualify. (For that matter, she's also non-gentle enough to get me lovingly pointed out the error of our ways by any given Meeting group.) Of animal spirits, Raven's the one who I was raised with and who keeps a watch out for me, but Chameleon has lately cocked at least one eye in my direction. Of deities, Eris has an interest in me (representative of the Trickster & Stirring Shit Up coalition), and Aphrodite has an interest in me. I have a general idea that they map, respectively, to the Ladies Bright and Dark who I've been at least vaguely aware of since my teenage years.

I have yet to figure out where, exactly, I'm to wind up devoting myself, but ... the Unitarians have good logic. Even if there are evidently notable instances of Internal Wank.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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