On July 16, 2007, we wrote about the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Los Angeles having to pay $1.3 million dollars to each child molested by priests in the largest diocese in the USA. 508 victims were paid for their religious suffering. If that wasn’t galling enough, we now learn about the disgraced Rev. Lawrence C. Murphy, who molested children over a 33 year career in the Church. His specialty, as reported by the New York Times, was taking advantage of Deaf boys.
Is this beautiful rendering of a “Death of a Slave” an erotic meeting of impermanence and inevitability — or is it more a cold, moral homily, against the wages of living a sacred life?
When you create art, or when you write something, you always risk offending someone somewhere.
In my previous article, Happiness is Overrated, I argued the mark of being alive was misery and not happiness and finding the light in darkness is our greatest task of living. Today, I expand that argument to foment the idea that Love, as well as Happiness, is equally unimportant and overrated in our lives and that we must return Duty as our moral imperative.
The tagline for this blog used to be just Rendering Meaning in the City Core and this week I changed it to read… Where Blood & Bone Render Meaning in the City Core …and some have asked why I made that change. I came to realize this week that a successful blog, if it is to have meaning beyond the self, must in some way speak personally to you, the reader, in a genuine manner.