Theism = bozoism

[Transcendental Trucker]

Brahman is hardly a theistic concept, now is it? If your inner toddler needs brahman to be your personal teddy bear, well then it needs some warm and fuzzy attributes, otherwise how can you cuddle with it?

Then you might actually start to grow up one day, or maybe not.

Bozo is god. God is dead. But his big red nose was funny, was it not?

[Route 55]

From the magnificent pages of master Joyce's masterpiece BUlisses:

Bozo Mullingan, hewing thick slics from the loaf, said in an old woman's wheedling voice:
- When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I makes water I makes water.
-By Jove, it is tea, Haines said.
Bozo Mullingan went on hewing and wheedling:
- So I do, Mrs Cahill, says she. Begob, ma'am, says Mrs Cahill, God send you don't make them in the one pot.

He lunged towards his messmates in turn a thick slice of bread, impaled on his knife.
- That's folk, he said very earnestly, for your book Haines. Five lines of texst and then pages of notes about the folk and the fishgods of Dundrum. Printed by the weird sisters in the year of the big wind.

He turned to Stephen and asked in a fine puzzled voice, lifting his brows:
-Can you recall, brother, is mother Grogan's tea and water pot spoke of in the Mabinogion or is it in the Upanishads?
-I doubt it, said Stephen gravely.
-Do you now? Bozo Mulligan said in the same tone. Your reasons, pray?
-I fancy, Stephen said as he ate, it did not exist in or out of the Mabinogion. Mother Grogan was, one imagines, a kinswoman of Mary Ann.

Bozo Mulligan's face smiled with delight.
-Charming, he said in a finical sweet voice, showing his white teeth and blinking his eyes pleasantly. Do you think she was? Quite charming.

Then suddenly overclouding all features, he frowled in a hoarsened rasping voice as he hewed again vigorously at the loaf:

For old Mary Ann
She doesn't care a damn,
But, hising up her petticoats...

He crammed his mouth with fry and munched and droned. The doorway was darkened by an entering form.
-The milk, sir.
-Come in, ma'am, Bozo said. Kinch, get the jug.

An old woman came forward and stood by Stephen's elbow.
-That's a lovely morning, sir, she said. Glory be to God.
-To whom? Bozo said, glancing at her. Ah, to be sure.

[saag]

Jul 20, 2009 21:58:02 GMT -6 @Transcendental Trucker said:

Brahman is hardly a theistic concept, now is it? If your inner toddler needs brahman to be your personal teddy bear, well then it needs some warm and fuzzy attributes, otherwise how can you cuddle with it?

Then you might actually start to grow up one day, or maybe not.

Bozo is god. God is dead. But his big red nose was funny, was it not?

In the Advaita School of Vedanta God is described as both Nirguna Brahman (transcendent without form) and Saguna Brahman (immanent with form).

Which are you speaking of exactly?

[godless]

Looks like you have gods on the brain, saag. There is a cure for that, you know.