On Religion

[doomsday_disco]

Have I spoken this day of aught else?

 

Is not religion all deeds and all reflection,

 

And that which is neither deed nor reflection, but a wonder and a surprise ever springing in the soul, even while the hands hew the stone or tend the loom?

 

Who can separate his faith from his actions, or his belief from his occupations?

 

Who can spread his hours before him, saying, “This for God and this for myself; This for my soul, and this other for my body?”

 

All your hours are wings that beat through space from self to self. He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked.

 

The wind and the sun will tear no holes in his skin.

 

And he who defines his conduct by ethics imprisons his song-bird in a cage.

 

The freest song comes not through bars and wires.

 

And he to whom worshipping is a window, to open but also to shut, has not yet visited the house of his soul whose windows are from dawn to dawn.

 

 

Your daily life is your temple and your religion.

 

Whenever you enter into it take with you your all.

 

Take the plough and the forge and the mallet and the lute,

 

The things you have fashioned in necessity or for delight.

 

For in revery you cannot rise above your achievements nor fall lower than your failures.

 

And take with you all men: For in adoration you cannot fly higher than their hopes nor humble yourself lower than their despair.

 

 

And if you would know God be not therefore a solver of riddles.

 

Rather look about you and you shall see Him playing with your children.

 

And look into space; you shall see Him walking in the cloud, outstretching His arms in the lightning and descending in rain.

 

You shall see Him smiling in flowers, then rising and waving His hands in trees.

A perfume of the sacred in the ordinary and the value of labor, joy built from the things you carry into the temple of your days. Golden hay, frankincense tears, hearthsmoke, amber-streaked cedar, and beeswax.

[SmellsPrettyGood2Me]

Unequivocally my favorite scent from The Prophet series so far. BPAL's hay notes are like catnip to my nose-brain; as soon as I opened the bottle and took my first deep inhale, I knew we had a winner. A touch of frankincense and a dab of cedar are there too, but this is all sweet hay (sweeter than, but similar to, the hay absolute in Judgmental Longhorn) in the initial whiff.

 

Once on skin, the amber arrives, along with a background track of light beeswax such as you would find as remnants in a candle stick, as opposed to an actively melting, pooling liquid. The hearthsmoke is restrained, giving a slightly dry tone, and the frankincense is simply beautiful. Low projection, but 7 full hours of detectable wear. A work safe, blind buy safe, gorgeous skin scent type fragrance that could easily become a daily wear for me if I didn't have a bit of a testing backlog to get through first. I loved every minute I had it on and will be recommending this to everyone!