A Hindu God

I saw her standing by the side of the road four weeks ago as I rode past. I thought I was imagining it. But even for me, that would have been imagining things on a super-overdrive. She did actually have a framed picture of David Lynch. Usually I have seen women carrying a small statue or framed picture of one of the numerous gods to ask money for.

I roamed around and asked for her whereabouts. After four weeks, we finally met. She, and a few other women from the same village, does this for work. When they need a framed picture of a god, they go to a local framing shop and ask if there is one that the customer never came back to collect. For some reason, she chose this one of a white god this time, she said.

“Which god is he?” she asks me at the end of our meeting and chat as I walked her back to her bus stop.

“The one that has made some of the most beautiful things in the recent years, unlike the others,” I said.

[Photo and caption by Tanmay Saxena, found here via here. The photo was taken three weeks prior to Lynch’s death.]

The WaveMaster

This is God, or at least one of His Personas,  Creator and controller of all things, including waves.  Without Him, you couldn’t see, couldn’t hear. You couldn’t speak, and above all, you couldn’t surf. Without waves, life simply could not exist and you couldn’t purchase this either.

If waves didn’t exist, neither would weather. Wind creates oceanic waves, but wind is also created by atmospheric waves caused by solar particle waves. Suss that one out.

And you can thank God for brainwaves, at least most of us can.

[Found here.]

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[Image from here.]

Which Came First: the Idol or the Deity?

Something about the Deity makes me very happy. We invited him over to compare CD collections Saturday. Mine rocks.

[Images from Hanuman.]

Babe Magnet: WWJD

That’s right.  What Would Jesus Drive?

According to one source, on 25 September 1990, Kelly Murray drove his ball 684.8 yards on the 30-foot wide airstrip at Fairmont Hot Springs, British Columbia, setting a new world record.

Of course, Jesus could drive as far as He wanted, but would hold back a bit so as not to completely eradicate the game.  He plays fair, and it’s not in His temperament to call His Father on the celestial cellphone and say, “Hey Pop! I got a 7:45AM tee-off time.  You mind warping space and time for a microsecond?”

On the other hand, He might just skitter one longways across a water hazard, up the bank, around a sand trap and into the hole instead, only to show that it can be done (and to inspire others to keep perfecting their game instead of yelling “F**K!” after each shot).

So what would He drive?  I’m guessing 150-175 yards with no wind… but He’d clean up with His putts.

[Image from here.]