tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208084550257016582.post3826462284618975522..comments2023-07-29T09:37:11.145-05:00Comments on Root and Rock: Treading Where We Have No Business.Scyllahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03822031765851992717noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208084550257016582.post-28100058029569061402012-05-29T08:15:24.335-05:002012-05-29T08:15:24.335-05:00Yep, I agree,...and there are Native American stor...Yep, I agree,...and there are Native American stories about a youth who walked along and finding many beautiful things lying along the trail, still did not pick them up. And it turned out those were the things belonging to a deity who rewarded the young man for not taking that which was not his, even apparently something that appeared discarded.<br /><br />There is also a saying, "Curiosity killed the cat...but satisfaction brought him back."Lance Fosterhttp://hengruh.livejournal.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208084550257016582.post-72809574057076818202010-06-13T05:52:09.260-05:002010-06-13T05:52:09.260-05:00Actually, what I was going to do was use your same...Actually, what I was going to do was use your same allegory. And the thing about that allegory is as someone who has dealt with people like that on a regular basis I do have a completely different approach, just like I do as a parent with autism. As I said, it got rather convoluted and would require its own post, hence I didn't bother to retype it out up in your own space.Oya's Daughterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01184649716540468970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208084550257016582.post-72432899380939837372010-06-13T03:00:31.546-05:002010-06-13T03:00:31.546-05:00@Jumpin' Jack Faust (WHAT?) Yes, I live with p...@Jumpin' Jack Faust (WHAT?) Yes, I live with people. I used to be a recluse, living in the woods, nocturnal. Then I moved out. I was nocturnal, living with two nocturnal room-mates. Now I have a fiancee (GASP!), and am busting my ass to remodel a house so I can be reclusive again.<br /><br />Re: Keys. Well, yeah. And sometimes the Gods go over their heads and hand us the Keys, the Passwords, and the Garage Door Opener. And leave their Priests sputtering with impotence. Sometimes we hear conversations we shouldn't, or piece together things no one things we'll actually manage to make sense of. <br /><br />But without the pat-on-the-back from the Magi in situ, we're still not one of THEM. We're speaking to the same gods, doing the same rituals, and not even slightly part of their club. Different room, same house, looking out on the same tree and street. <br /><br />That's more what I'm trying to get at. And also that people shouldn't stick their genitals in bear traps, and get mad at the hunter.Scyllahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03822031765851992717noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208084550257016582.post-9037118037813199012010-06-13T02:51:21.376-05:002010-06-13T02:51:21.376-05:00@Hathor's Bath: I would not have used the chil...@Hathor's Bath: I would not have used the child as an ALLEGORY had said child been in any way differently wired. The post ain't about the kid. Or kids in general. It's about people (Adults, specifically) acting like fools because no one has taught them better. <br /><br />When someone steals portions of a book, and republishes it as their own that's plagiarism. When someone breaks into your home and steals your belongings, that's burglary. <br /><br />Yet, if someone picks the bones of your faith at a Pagan Pride Day, crams a few bits into a stolen Gardnerian BOS, throws in a white-sage smudging and calls it "Wiccan Shamanism" and demands to be let into all the secrets of a wholly unrelated order, we're supposed to nod, smile, do as they ask and accept that they're just expressing themselves. No thanks, it's still theft, plaigerism, cultural mis-appropriation and grab-assed stupidity.<br /> <br />I'm open to dialogue, but your comment would probably have been wildly far-afield of the topic actually addressed in this post, and I probably would've shelved it with a polite note telling you as such.Scyllahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03822031765851992717noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208084550257016582.post-90298689400393646962010-06-13T02:04:37.228-05:002010-06-13T02:04:37.228-05:00I actually had a long post here about "Some k...I actually had a long post here about "Some kids have autism" and "some rules are dumb rules" - but Google ate it. Honestly it would warrant its own post if I were to post a response, and then the irony hit that I was dancing all up in your space to post a rebuttal. So maybe the technology gods intervened. <br /><br />If you'd like me to whitter on about it, I will, but otherwise, I'll just leave this here.Oya's Daughterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01184649716540468970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208084550257016582.post-76184822485483184942010-06-13T01:30:09.793-05:002010-06-13T01:30:09.793-05:00The most shocking part of this entry, to my mind, ...The most shocking part of this entry, to my mind, was the fact that you live with <i>other people.</i> I'd always secretly imagined you as being a crazy, dangerous recluse...<br /><br />Ahem. The last half of the entry was intriguing, too. And I think I get what you're saying. On the other hand, I always say: "We don't need the key, we'll break in."<br /><br />I keep waiting for the Kids to Catch On. But everyone is lucky. No one seems intent on following me around. LOL.Jack Fausthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13693993943756621762noreply@blogger.com