In a Biblical Sense

I knew (and I mean that in a biblical sense, lol) an Azerbaijan woman who dabbled in a post secularized Buddhism. Through the experiential knowledge of an estranged foreigner in Canada, she stumbled on a philosophy that can only be encapsulated by the notion of “Gam zeh ya'avor.” She, like all people, has certain needs that can only be fulfilled through modes of social interaction. Our human nature simply demands a level of socialization after all, even the nakedness of apes needs to find his counter part in others. How and why we form our socially inspired canons differs drastically. Here is where her and my experience differ.
My parents/country made my life a stable one. I have only moved once (when I was two). I’ve grown up with the same group of people. Besides my four month African sabbatical, I’ve spent my life in Canada with Canadians. I have 3 close friends. One I met in grade 6, one I met in grade 10, and 1 I met 4 years ago. Life is full of variables and change, my upbringing has muted this reality. For better or worse and without fully realizing it, I have come to gospelize; long relationships, face to face contact with those relationship, and living in one place.
The woman mentioned above, from what I’ve seen, is not like that. She has made drastic moves throughout her life. Her upbringing spans the globe and transcends languages and cultural barriers. Beyond that, every move has further physically separated her from the stagnation, social security, and comforts of the stability Gospel.
I want to be a lasting part of her life; it’s a need I’ve been bred to have (like middle class eugenics). We do what we’ve been taught, and this is all I know. She knows something different though, of which the intricacies will elude all but the luckiest man (fucking bastard). We are different. At my core, I strive to find (and keep) a woman to build a life with and value her as my secular savor. The only way I know how to do that is to fallow the foot steps of my father. I won’t assume to know what she wants (after all assuming makes an ass out of you and me), but at the end of the day she knows a world and a life different than mine. While there may be a universality of a loving and caring family life, there isn’t a universal method of achieving that goal.


(“Let Me Rest in Peace-Spike”, “Walk Through The Fire-OMWF” and “I’ll Never Tell-OMWF”)