the default way for things to taste is good. we know this because "tasty" means something tastes good. conversely, from the words "smelly" and "noisy" we can conclude that the default way for things to smell and sound is bad. interestingly there are no corresponding adjectives for the senses of sight and touch. the inescapable conclusion is that the most ordinary object possible is invisible and intangible, produces a hideous cacophony, smells terrible, but tastes delicious. and yet this description matches no object or phenomenon known to science or human experience. so what the fuck

this is what ancient greek philosophy is like

False! “Sightly” is a positive word, so the default way for things to work is good as well.

The true most ordinary object is beautiful, horrible sounding, very smelly, intangible, and delicious.

I still don’t think it matches anything in existence but to truly understand a thing one must know its true nature.

"touchy" is also a word! however it's mostly used for things that aren't objects, like subjects of conversation. it either means "oversensitive and irritable" or "requires careful handling/wording, delicate"

i think the second one works well for our hypothetical object. so we can use that.

therefore, the Default Object is:

and i still cannot think of anything that matches this

behold, the default object!

Frogs wearing flower hats!

(via)

ok but the way he's still kind of getting outcunted by the guy on the left

people who don't wear glasses are so weird like you just wake up and your eyes are pussy fresh??

thats not the word I meant to use

None of these words are in the bible.

au contraire, mon ami

dont weird pussy, that's woke stale. penis absolute.

i’m sorry cock is in the bible?

Matthew 26:34 KJV

Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee, That this night, before the cock crow, thou shalt deny me thrice.

huh i didn’t know edging was in the bible either

Master of the Greenville Tondo (1454 - 1513)

Saint Sebastian. Detail. 1500 - 1510

this is excellent proof of how cops train each other to think. merely wearing protection against possible cop violence IS an escalation in their view. like how dare you prepare for me to become unhinged, now my repeated violations of the geneva convention are your fault >:(

girl jacking off is called jilling off. well what about nonbinary. you have to joey that shit bitch!!!!!!

well, one more Maurice/CMBYN ‘parallels’ post is coming 😏 @expo63

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Video of Tama

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The picture in the background of the second one

Tama is boss

THE TRAINS HAVE CARTOON TAMAS ON THEM

Sad update everyone, Tama recently passed away… An estimated 3,000 people, including railway officials, attended Tama the cat’s funeral on Sunday, days after she died of heart failure aged 16. [x]

For those who haven’t read articles about it, the local shrine elevated her to a god. She’s now the Eternal Stationmaster and patron god of the station.

Beautiful.

Now I’m crying thanks

and a new cat was hired right?

yep! her name is Nitama (essentially ”second tama” or “tama II”) and she served under Tama as an apprentice before being appointed her deputy

she works very hard

Everytime this crosses my dash, I reblog. It is the law.

Law

I’m crying at 11pm over train cats

Nitama, already now a mature cat (born 2010), has a protege named Yontama (fourth Tama, b. 2016).  There is no information available for either the physical befellment or tragic self-disgrace which has removed Santama from contention.

^Nitama majestic, and below with Yontama

Yontama.

a legacy

okay but actually what happened to santama (or sun-tama-tama, which is her name because it’s a pun on santama) was that she was basically sent to train for the position in okayama and they liked her so much they refused to send her back

Every time I see this post there’s new info and it gets better

You are only allowed to scroll pass this after you pay tribute to the great Tama Station masters.

The shrine of Tama Daimyōjin (Great gracious deity Tama), next to the Kishi station where she worked.

Nitama presenting her yearly offerings to Tama Daimyōjin on the anniversary of Tama’s Death, June 23 (The offerings are presented by the company president, as Nitama is a cat and thus can’t hold the offerings herself) (Not pictured, but also present, Yontama)

you cannot pass without reblogging guys. i’m sorry, i don’t make the rules.

You can’t not reblog a goddess. It’s just what’s so. :)

So, fun fact- the manga Noragami has an arc where the main character, Yato (a minor kami/God that is down on his luck but trying to make it big time) goes to a council/conference for all the Gods in Japan.

And they are announcing the winner of the “up and coming god” award, and of course, Yato thinks it’s him.

But no-

ITS TAMA!

Always reblogging this.

BEST THING ON TUMBLR EVER.

Shintoism is such a neat belief structure to me - I was raised Catholic and there’s this constant sense that it’s functionally a solved system; the dogma is established and except for a new saint now and then it’s done growing.

The idea that you can elevate a new god is really nice, there’s something vital and living within that concept; that belief can and will grow with the world around it.

Genuinely bless any religion in which “we promoted this very nice cat to the status of god” is a thing that not only can theoretically happen, but isn’t even controversial or weird when it does

Loved every bit of it, reblogged cause it’s the law.

Kabbalistic Spell to Banish Unemployment and Stagnation

shaddai el shaddai el shaddai

god-substance infinite name all-encompassing brightness

AVTALAH AVTAL AVTA AVT AV A

come gracious come sweet come the dawn, gold only because it is gold, I call to You,

el shaddai el shaddai el shaddai el

the obstacles in my sight are You;

KIPON KIPO KIP KI K

a new strength carries me on a wave and it is You

shaddai el shaddai el shaddai

in Your power let the waters recede,

MICHSOL MICHSO MICHS MICH MI M

in Your power let there be stone under my feet when I step

el shaddai el shaddai el shaddai el

heaviness is around my neck, and walls before me,

YE-US YE-U YE Y

In Your power let the heaviness be absorbed, the walls tumble,

Shaddai el shaddai el shaddai

In Your power let me walk light and free on a living and joyful path.

What you want to do is write this spell out on a leaf. The resources I learned from said to use a pomegranate leaf, but I could not find any pomegranate leaves in NYC in the late fall, so I used a bay leaf. Then soak the leaf in a cup of wine and drink the wine. I spent some time with the wine first, praying over it and trying to feel its placement in the universal and internally roiling web of light that is the version of god to which this is a theurgic spell. (I tried to enlist google to help me find the word “theurgic” but the only result of my googling “god spell” is that I got “All For The Best” stuck in my head again.)

Causality is a dicey topic when we’re dealing with pseudo-spinozan god-as-conscious-universe-substance but I can tell you that after I made this spell for @oncebittentwiceborn they got a job!

If you use it, let me know how it works for you!

feeling like the health inspector

Santa Muerte shrines

Pretty, pink, and delicious. Till death do us part. A Venusian twist on fate. Patron saint of trans women.

Beltane is one of my favorite days. I'm not even going to touch on the historical authenticity/blurriness because I don't care. I like bonfires and sunny afternoons and the heat when I run and clover blooming everywhere. The honeysuckle and magnolias are blooming and I can smell them from the sidewalk.

The otherworld shimmers, today of all days. Everything flowers. The streams and rivers speak with glittering voices. Everything is sweet and bright.

Santa Muerte: More Thoughts

The Catholic Church rejects Santa Muerte. The Mexican government rejects Santa Muerte too. These two institutional bodies also reject the very people that worship Santa Muerte. Santa Muerte, a female depiction of death similar to the grim reaper, has become immensely popular within communities that face oppression and disenfranchisement in Mexico from the government and the Catholic Church.

Perhaps it is that Santa Muerte represents something that is abject, the dead female form, grotesque, stripped of its familiarity, and missing the feminine beauty we have pushed onto women’s bodies.  Santa Muerte, free from the constraints of Marianismo, can explore her true desires, she can be angry at the systems that have failed her; one which placed a burden on her to care for those who care not for her. Santa Muerte is scary because she is stripped of flesh, muscle, fat, and the aesthetic physical signs of beauty, and is replaced by bones. These bones could be anyone, they could be you, they could be me, or they could be the thousands of missing and murdered women that the Mexican government hardly cares enough about to investigate. Perhaps they could also be the bones of a loved one, killed on the streets, said by investigators to be a cartel member when you know that they weren’t, written off, case closed, no justice ever found. The point is that Santa Muerte, a saint of death who doesn’t bring death, can be anyone; that is her appeal. She allows worshippers to talk with her, and tell her their deepest desires and she will listen. They ask for protection, help getting justice, help with wealth, love, anything.  Santa Muerte allows communities systemically oppressed and rejected by the government and Catholic Church to take the power back into their own hands. They are the controllers of their lives, they have the ability to enact justice, and they get to talk directly with the divine unmediated by the Catholic Church. Santa Muerte is powerful because she is a woman who asserts herself, asserts her existence, and resists oppression. Santa Muerte is both beautiful and terrifying to look at. I first saw her as a child, a skeleton cloaked in white with piercing black and hollow eyes, my own mortality reflecting onto me. That is the thing about death though, we all die.  A sentiment I have seen reflected by many worshippers has been just that, “God helps the good and the devil helps the bad, but death treats everyone the same.”