essays
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Muse is the Antidote
My poetic muse has always been an alter-ego, chastising me for being too much in my head, too cerebral. Looking back over the years I can see that she has presented a more or less consistent message: life is not at heart about my thoughts and feelings. Life is not a mental enterprise. It was
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4 Ways to Identify Alien Human Impostors
When I reached young adulthood and began to look around at the other humans around me, I immediately began bumping into evidence of how unlike me they were. Did I belong? Was I an alien from somewhere else? Yet my love of nature and of being a human body showed that I clearly belonged to
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The Problem with Pants
There are health consequences to our clothing fetish. I’m not referring to the unhealthy mental association of nudity with sex—an association almost inevitable in modern culture since it is the sex organs that our laws prohibit from public view. As a result nudity—by definition—means exposure of genitalia and nothing else. Nor am I referring to
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Forbidden Apples
“See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil” is not God’s way. We learn this from Genesis. We learn it as we observe naked Eve and Adam wandering about blissfully in God’s garden of Eden. In that self-same garden God placed the serpent, and allowed it not just to be seen but to be
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God, Sex & Design
God, Sex & Design link
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War or Reason: a Reply to Rev. Charles Stanley
War or Reason link
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Aces to God
Resurrecting the original Aces to God as it existed in the year 2000 under “Atheology” on the Church of Human Bodies website (typos & misspellings corrected). It was at one time called Aces to Quarks; then changed to Aces to God because I wasn’t comfortable enough with my knowledge of quantum physics. I ended up
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The Devil’s Christianity
When I was in my mid-twenties, it seemed that small saddle-stapled religious pamphlets were everywhere. Someone would ring the doorbell, smile and hand me a tract explaining that Jesus was Lord. Someone else would accost me in the street and press into my hand a little booklet warning me that I would go to hell
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Seeking the deepest meaning
[Published in The Red and Black, May 9th, 1978 in Athens, GA] Behind LeConte Hall fifth period, against the back wall of the library, Jenny sat. I found her there one day, oh, I guess it was late last week. She had for several quarters now been a part of the outskirts of my circle
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Children that have died
[Published in The Red and Black, April 4th, 1978, Athens, GA.] by Dwight Lyman It seems something new came on the world near the end of last quarter, just before exams, when so many were in a mad funk of rush and worry. The birth of new life (it is called Spring) came to the