{"id":2862,"date":"2013-08-11T21:48:20","date_gmt":"2013-08-12T01:48:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.obsidiannoise.com\/blog\/?p=2862"},"modified":"2013-08-12T11:41:25","modified_gmt":"2013-08-12T15:41:25","slug":"august-12-2013","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.obsidiannoise.com\/blog\/2013\/08\/11\/august-12-2013\/","title":{"rendered":"August 12, 2013"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Came home to find all my perishables perished. The big bag-up and toss down was satisfying. The chute seemed hungry. The plump bags like tasty morsels, down the hatch, one by one.<\/p>\n<p>You know how dogs stare so deeply at their object of desire, that morsel of whatever you&#8217;re eating, and you know how when you give them a crumble, they devour it so ecstatically, like it&#8217;s the ultimate joy in their life&#8211;and it probably is, though maybe next to playing around in the woods&#8211;but regardless, you can see, hear and just <em>feel<\/em> the enormity of their joy. It fills the room. It&#8217;s whatever heaven we can imagine.<\/p>\n<p>As a kid, I was cognizant of the power I had to create that state of joy in that other being, and it was a strange feeling. It made me feel like a kind of god. The way a dog sits there, so intensely, every second transmitting the universal prayer, and all power rests with you&#8211; the power over The Absolute Joy.<\/p>\n<p>So, sometimes I&#8217;d give a morsel, and The Absolute Joy would happen.<\/p>\n<p>It was always a flash. An inhaled, instantaneous, lightning strike of a moment. \u00a0It was a GULP! Gone. Seriously gone. Did it even happen? Did she even realize it happened? Is it possible that was so reactive that she didn&#8217;t even know the Yearning Prayer was answered?<\/p>\n<p>There were times when I&#8217;d end up powerless to watch. I&#8217;d end up absolutely showering her, making something she knew was impossible, possible. I&#8217;d give a second piece, then a third, and just when she&#8217;d be ready to think it was over, I&#8217;d start tossing bigger pieces, pieces of a size she&#8217;d never had someone give her before, and I&#8217;d make it just the beginning, and sometimes there was no end, where she could experience the joy for longer than a gulp, longer than a flash, and the joy was infinite, and I was a loving god, of plenty.<\/p>\n<p>And suddenly she was the one being worshipped.<\/p>\n<p>And it all was gulped.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.obsidiannoise.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/faceofinterest.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-2863\" title=\"faceofinterest\" src=\"http:\/\/www.obsidiannoise.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/faceofinterest-767x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"767\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.obsidiannoise.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/faceofinterest-767x1024.jpg 767w, https:\/\/www.obsidiannoise.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/faceofinterest-224x300.jpg 224w, https:\/\/www.obsidiannoise.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/faceofinterest.jpg 1915w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 767px) 100vw, 767px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Came home to find all my perishables perished. The big bag-up and toss down was satisfying. The chute seemed hungry. The plump bags like tasty morsels, down the hatch, one by one. 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