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kuzu

Pazartesi, Kasım 27, 2006


Birini, onun icin degisebilecek kadar sevmek bir tür sapkinlik sanirim. Bir baskasini, kendinden cok sevmek demek bu. Dogaya aykiri. `Ben` olmaya aykiri. Kimseyi kendimizden cok sevemezken birilerinden, nerdeyse kendimiz kadar sevdiklerimizden aksini bekliyoruz. Oysa tanri sadece kutsal metinlerde, masallarin yandan yemisinde Ibrahim`e oglunu/kendini kurban etmemesi icin bicaginin altina yatacak bir kuzu gönderiyor.
Eger dogru yapiyorsak, degisim aci vermeli.

"In your experience of the world, how do people change ?"
"Well, it has something to do with God, so it's not very nice. God splits the skin with a ragged thumbnail from throat to belly and then plunges a huge, filthy hand in. He grabs hold of your bloody tubes and they slip to evade His grasp but He insists. He pulls and pulls until all your innards are yanked out. And the pain - you can't even talk about that. And then He stuffs them back - dirty, tangled, torn. It's up to you to do the stitching ... Get up. Keep walking ... That's how people change."

posted by hibon
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