#finley rambles

All life is inherently accidental

Humans are a cosmic accident. this world is a cosmic accident, unintended. Your exsistence is, in its essence, a happy accident, a series of happy accidents that occured to make you. To make any creature and any form of life

And that's inherently wonderful.

There is inherently no meaning to life, it wasn't created with any meaning in mind, just an unintended consequence of many particles being hit the right ways at the right times.

This, though, means that all life is inherently meaningful and important, just by it existing. All life should be cherished, for all life is of wonder. Including yours.

If no-one is going to cherish your life (though this is impossible, many people care about you and think of you still, even when you do not realise this. You would have to be a total hermit never coming to contact with people, living in the mountains, and even then someone will notice your trails and steps, and the plants and creatures around will be aware of you and fear you and appreciate you),

there is still one person that can care for you, the incredible being you are.

i’m not sure what i’ll be focusing on the most with this blog, but knowing me it will definitely be polytheism related and there’s a sizable chance that it will be mostly about my veiling practice.

Aziraphale: yes, thwarting! Thwarting at every turn! Crowley is a cunning adversary, I’ll have you know; keeps me on my toes. He is rather brilliant, but I love a challenge

Aziraphale: of course sometimes I wish he was less of a challenge. He drives 90 mph in central London, for goodness sake!

Aziraphale: And you do not want to deal with his complaints about the sweaters I make him wear, but really, he does get so cold in the winter—

Aziraphale: although I suppose he gets embarrassed when I call him adorable, seeing as he does try so very hard to appear “cool” by human standards, with his jeans and silly shoelace scarf, and the sweaters I give him really do not match that aesthetic at all, now that I think about it. I shall have to apologize when I get home

Aziraphale: that is, if he did the dishes like I asked him to when I left

Aziraphale: I did ask him nicely, of course, I said “Crowley, dear, I’m off to my annual report in Heaven, would you mind tidying up the kitchen while I’m gone?” and I’m fairly sure he said he would, but then I daresay we got distracted discussing whether or not dolphins clean their kitchens—which they most certainly do not—I’m sure he was just trying to stall me, the fiend, and oh, I just realized I forgot to kiss him goodbye!

Aziraphale: so yes, Gabriel, the thwarting is coming along very... thwartingly! I vanquish the wiles of the serpent at every turn!

Aziraphale: admittedly his wiles are usually just arranging my books in different orders every Tuesday or things like that; he’s really quite cuddly and sweet on the inside, but he will deny it, of course

Aziraphale: he still blushes when he says “I love you”, which I think is just adorable of him

Aziraphale: oh, is that the time? Crowley said he’d meet me for lunch after my report, so I’d best be off now!

Gabriel, Michael, Uriel, and Sandalphon: ............