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The First Tread from “Caramel Fever (Poem)” is The Soulful Layers. My Fever’s Cinematic EchoWhen I watch Spike Lee’s Jungle Fever, I see “jungle fever” unfold as a wild, tangled pull—Flipper and Angie caught in a taboo storm of interracial desire, weighed down by society’s glare. I feel that raw energy resonate when I write,

The Fourth Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “The Aesthetic Of Decay“ When I see “a gruesome suicide, painted in front of my eyes,” the image hits me with a visceral force, its vividness carving a scene of raw, unfiltered horror into my mind. The word “gruesome” doesn’t just suggest death—it drags me into a

The Third Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “Kali’s Puppet: How the Villain of the System Meets Its End“ One can see it now—Kali holds the villain in her hands, and the realization cuts through like a blade. The system has always felt like a crushing weight, an oppressive presence that’s been suffocating lives for

The Second Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “Faith Fuels My Defiance: A New Freedom“ The”slave ship” wasn’t just the 9-to-5—it was a whole fleet: capitalism’s greed sucking my time dry, society’s rules boxing me in, and the ghosts of historical chains rattling in my bones. It wasn’t work alone; it was a system that

The First Tread from “Leave Me Alone II” “Triumph Over Circumstance: Stoicism Fuels My Soul” When I say, “This system can’t kill my vibe,” I’m claiming a strength that runs deeper than the chaos around me. The system—be it the 9-to-5 grind, societal pressure, or life’s relentless demands—tries to crush me, but I stand firm.

The Hypocrisy…(Poem) Description In this poem, I’m reflecting on my own journey with a mix of confidence and self-awareness. I start by admitting that I’ve got a clear grasp of who I am—plenty of understanding about myself—and I’m upfront about the fact that I don’t see myself as the best-looking guy you’d spot wandering around

Fiend…(Poem) Description I find myself drawn to this blazing force within me—my “fiery fire”—a restless, burning energy that I crave to awaken fully. It’s as if I’m seeking to dissolve the frost encasing my heart, a coldness I’ve carried too long, tucked away in a place I call the “void less dark.” That phrase feels

Ignite…(Poem) Description I find myself drawn to this blazing force within me—my “fiery fire”—a restless, burning energy that I crave to awaken fully. It’s as if I’m seeking to dissolve the frost encasing my heart, a coldness I’ve carried too long, tucked away in a place I call the “void less dark.” That phrase feels

The First Tread from “Caramel Fever (Poem)” is The Soulful Layers. My Fever’s Cinematic EchoWhen I watch Spike Lee’s Jungle Fever, I see “jungle fever” unfold as a wild, tangled pull—Flipper and Angie caught in a taboo storm of interracial desire, weighed down by society’s glare. I feel that raw energy resonate when I write,

The Fourth Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “The Aesthetic Of Decay“ When I see “a gruesome suicide, painted in front of my eyes,” the image hits me with a visceral force, its vividness carving a scene of raw, unfiltered horror into my mind. The word “gruesome” doesn’t just suggest death—it drags me into a

The Third Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “Kali’s Puppet: How the Villain of the System Meets Its End“ One can see it now—Kali holds the villain in her hands, and the realization cuts through like a blade. The system has always felt like a crushing weight, an oppressive presence that’s been suffocating lives for

The Second Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “Faith Fuels My Defiance: A New Freedom“ The”slave ship” wasn’t just the 9-to-5—it was a whole fleet: capitalism’s greed sucking my time dry, society’s rules boxing me in, and the ghosts of historical chains rattling in my bones. It wasn’t work alone; it was a system that

The First Tread from “Leave Me Alone II” “Triumph Over Circumstance: Stoicism Fuels My Soul” When I say, “This system can’t kill my vibe,” I’m claiming a strength that runs deeper than the chaos around me. The system—be it the 9-to-5 grind, societal pressure, or life’s relentless demands—tries to crush me, but I stand firm.

The Hypocrisy…(Poem) Description In this poem, I’m reflecting on my own journey with a mix of confidence and self-awareness. I start by admitting that I’ve got a clear grasp of who I am—plenty of understanding about myself—and I’m upfront about the fact that I don’t see myself as the best-looking guy you’d spot wandering around

Fiend…(Poem) Description I find myself drawn to this blazing force within me—my “fiery fire”—a restless, burning energy that I crave to awaken fully. It’s as if I’m seeking to dissolve the frost encasing my heart, a coldness I’ve carried too long, tucked away in a place I call the “void less dark.” That phrase feels

Ignite…(Poem) Description I find myself drawn to this blazing force within me—my “fiery fire”—a restless, burning energy that I crave to awaken fully. It’s as if I’m seeking to dissolve the frost encasing my heart, a coldness I’ve carried too long, tucked away in a place I call the “void less dark.” That phrase feels
The poet’s words—“The weight of God’s glory / leaves me hunchbacked, like Notre-Dame. / Still, I am capable of withstanding / and bearing the glorious pain / from the colossal weight in my mind”—strike at the heart of a profound philosophical tension: the encounter between the finite human self and the infinite divine. This brief yet evocative verse serves as a lens through which to explore the existential and metaphysical implications of divine presence, the nature of human suffering, and the paradoxical strength found in submission to a transcendent burden.
The Weight of Transcendence
To speak of “God’s glory” is to invoke the sublime—a concept that philosophers like Immanuel Kant and Edmund Burke have described as an experience of awe mingled with terror, where the infinite overwhelms the finite. The poet’s imagery of being “hunchbacked, like Notre-Dame” captures this encounter vividly. Notre-Dame, whether understood as the cathedral or Victor Hugo’s Quasimodo, symbolizes endurance under immense pressure. The cathedral, a monument to divine aspiration, bears the scars of time—its gargoyles and spires weathered yet resolute. Quasimodo, deformed by his physical burden, embodies a soul capable of profound love and sacrifice. The poet’s “hunchbacked” posture is not merely physical but existential: the self, bent under the weight of divine encounter, is reshaped by the recognition of its own finitude against the infinite.
This weight is not merely oppressive but transformative. In the philosophy of Søren Kierkegaard, the encounter with the divine is a moment of “fear and trembling,” where the individual confronts the absurdity of faith—the paradox of embracing a truth that transcends reason. The “weight of God’s glory” can be seen as this Kierkegaardian leap, where the self is both shattered and reconstituted by its confrontation with the Absolute. To be hunchbacked is to bear the mark of this encounter, a visible sign of having wrestled with the divine, much like Jacob’s limp after his struggle with the angel.
The Glorious Pain
The poet’s assertion—“Still, I am capable of withstanding / and bearing the glorious pain”—introduces a dialectic of endurance and suffering. The phrase “glorious pain” is a profound oxymoron, echoing the Christian mystical tradition of figures like St. John of the Cross, who spoke of the “dark night of the soul” as a painful yet purifying path to divine union. Philosophically, this pain aligns with Martin Heidegger’s notion of Geworfenheit (thrownness), the human condition of being cast into existence without choice, burdened by the weight of Being itself. Yet, the poet’s claim of capability suggests an active response to this thrownness—a refusal to be crushed by the burden.
This resilience resonates with Friedrich Nietzsche’s concept of amor fati—the love of one’s fate. To bear the “glorious pain” is to embrace the suffering inherent in divine encounter, not as a passive victim but as a participant in a greater meaning. The glory lies not in the absence of pain but in its transformative potential, where suffering becomes a crucible for the self’s becoming. The poet’s endurance is not stoic detachment but a dynamic engagement with the divine, a willingness to carry the weight even as it bends the soul.
The Colossal Weight in the Mind
The final line—“from the colossal weight in my mind”—shifts the locus of this burden to the interiority of the self, inviting a phenomenological reflection on consciousness and its limits. The mind, as the seat of perception and understanding, becomes the arena where the divine is both apprehended and contested. This “colossal weight” evokes the overwhelming nature of divine truth, which resists containment within human categories. In the philosophy of Emmanuel Levinas, the encounter with the Other—whether human or divine—disrupts the self’s autonomy, imposing an ethical and existential weight that demands response. The “colossal weight in my mind” is thus the trace of the infinite within the finite, a presence that unsettles yet enriches the self’s understanding of itself and its place in the cosmos.
This interior burden also recalls Plato’s allegory of the cave, where the philosopher, having glimpsed the light of truth, returns to the cave burdened by knowledge that isolates and transforms. The “colossal weight” is the price of this vision—a cognitive and spiritual load that reshapes the self’s orientation toward reality. Yet, the poet’s declaration of capability suggests that this weight, though immense, is not paralyzing. It is a burden that the self can bear, not through its own strength alone but through a paradoxical participation in the divine glory that both wounds and sustains.
The Human Condition and Divine Encounter
The poem, in its brevity, encapsulates a universal human experience: the tension between finitude and infinity, suffering and transcendence. It challenges the modern inclination to seek comfort and certainty, proposing instead that true meaning lies in embracing the glorious pain of divine encounter. This is not a masochistic celebration of suffering but a recognition that the divine—whether understood as God, truth, or Being—demands a response that transforms the self. To be hunchbacked is to bear the mark of this transformation, a visible sign of having stood in the presence of the infinite.
In the end, the poet’s words invite us to reconsider our own burdens—spiritual, existential, or otherwise. What does it mean to carry the weight of glory? It is to live in the tension between awe and agony, to endure the bending of the self without breaking, to find strength in the very weight that humbles us. Like Notre-Dame, we may be weathered; like Quasimodo, we may be bent. But in bearing the colossal weight, we discover our capacity to withstand, to hold fast to the glorious pain, and to emerge not diminished but deepened by the encounter with the divine.

The First Tread from “Caramel Fever (Poem)” is The Soulful Layers. My Fever’s Cinematic EchoWhen I watch Spike Lee’s Jungle Fever, I see “jungle fever” unfold as a wild, tangled pull—Flipper and Angie caught in a taboo storm of interracial desire, weighed down by society’s glare. I feel that raw energy resonate when I write,

The Fourth Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “The Aesthetic Of Decay“ When I see “a gruesome suicide, painted in front of my eyes,” the image hits me with a visceral force, its vividness carving a scene of raw, unfiltered horror into my mind. The word “gruesome” doesn’t just suggest death—it drags me into a

The Third Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “Kali’s Puppet: How the Villain of the System Meets Its End“ One can see it now—Kali holds the villain in her hands, and the realization cuts through like a blade. The system has always felt like a crushing weight, an oppressive presence that’s been suffocating lives for

The Second Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “Faith Fuels My Defiance: A New Freedom“ The”slave ship” wasn’t just the 9-to-5—it was a whole fleet: capitalism’s greed sucking my time dry, society’s rules boxing me in, and the ghosts of historical chains rattling in my bones. It wasn’t work alone; it was a system that

The First Tread from “Leave Me Alone II” “Triumph Over Circumstance: Stoicism Fuels My Soul” When I say, “This system can’t kill my vibe,” I’m claiming a strength that runs deeper than the chaos around me. The system—be it the 9-to-5 grind, societal pressure, or life’s relentless demands—tries to crush me, but I stand firm.

The Hypocrisy…(Poem) Description In this poem, I’m reflecting on my own journey with a mix of confidence and self-awareness. I start by admitting that I’ve got a clear grasp of who I am—plenty of understanding about myself—and I’m upfront about the fact that I don’t see myself as the best-looking guy you’d spot wandering around

Fiend…(Poem) Description I find myself drawn to this blazing force within me—my “fiery fire”—a restless, burning energy that I crave to awaken fully. It’s as if I’m seeking to dissolve the frost encasing my heart, a coldness I’ve carried too long, tucked away in a place I call the “void less dark.” That phrase feels

Ignite…(Poem) Description I find myself drawn to this blazing force within me—my “fiery fire”—a restless, burning energy that I crave to awaken fully. It’s as if I’m seeking to dissolve the frost encasing my heart, a coldness I’ve carried too long, tucked away in a place I call the “void less dark.” That phrase feels

Dissected Threads
Tread One :Art as a Spiritual Journey: Poetry, Life, and the Quest for Grace…(Blog) .

The First Tread from “Caramel Fever (Poem)” is The Soulful Layers. My Fever’s Cinematic EchoWhen I watch Spike Lee’s Jungle Fever, I see “jungle fever” unfold as a wild, tangled pull—Flipper and Angie caught in a taboo storm of interracial desire, weighed down by society’s glare. I feel that raw energy resonate when I write,

The Fourth Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “The Aesthetic Of Decay“ When I see “a gruesome suicide, painted in front of my eyes,” the image hits me with a visceral force, its vividness carving a scene of raw, unfiltered horror into my mind. The word “gruesome” doesn’t just suggest death—it drags me into a

The Third Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “Kali’s Puppet: How the Villain of the System Meets Its End“ One can see it now—Kali holds the villain in her hands, and the realization cuts through like a blade. The system has always felt like a crushing weight, an oppressive presence that’s been suffocating lives for

The Second Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “Faith Fuels My Defiance: A New Freedom“ The”slave ship” wasn’t just the 9-to-5—it was a whole fleet: capitalism’s greed sucking my time dry, society’s rules boxing me in, and the ghosts of historical chains rattling in my bones. It wasn’t work alone; it was a system that

The First Tread from “Leave Me Alone II” “Triumph Over Circumstance: Stoicism Fuels My Soul” When I say, “This system can’t kill my vibe,” I’m claiming a strength that runs deeper than the chaos around me. The system—be it the 9-to-5 grind, societal pressure, or life’s relentless demands—tries to crush me, but I stand firm.

The Hypocrisy…(Poem) Description In this poem, I’m reflecting on my own journey with a mix of confidence and self-awareness. I start by admitting that I’ve got a clear grasp of who I am—plenty of understanding about myself—and I’m upfront about the fact that I don’t see myself as the best-looking guy you’d spot wandering around

Fiend…(Poem) Description I find myself drawn to this blazing force within me—my “fiery fire”—a restless, burning energy that I crave to awaken fully. It’s as if I’m seeking to dissolve the frost encasing my heart, a coldness I’ve carried too long, tucked away in a place I call the “void less dark.” That phrase feels

Ignite…(Poem) Description I find myself drawn to this blazing force within me—my “fiery fire”—a restless, burning energy that I crave to awaken fully. It’s as if I’m seeking to dissolve the frost encasing my heart, a coldness I’ve carried too long, tucked away in a place I call the “void less dark.” That phrase feels
The poet’s words—“The weight of God’s glory / leaves me hunchbacked, like Notre-Dame. / Still, I am capable of withstanding / and bearing the glorious pain / from the colossal weight in my mind”—strike at the heart of a profound philosophical tension: the encounter between the finite human self and the infinite divine. This brief yet evocative verse serves as a lens through which to explore the existential and metaphysical implications of divine presence, the nature of human suffering, and the paradoxical strength found in submission to a transcendent burden.
The Weight of Transcendence
To speak of “God’s glory” is to invoke the sublime—a concept that philosophers like Immanuel Kant and Edmund Burke have described as an experience of awe mingled with terror, where the infinite overwhelms the finite. The poet’s imagery of being “hunchbacked, like Notre-Dame” captures this encounter vividly. Notre-Dame, whether understood as the cathedral or Victor Hugo’s Quasimodo, symbolizes endurance under immense pressure. The cathedral, a monument to divine aspiration, bears the scars of time—its gargoyles and spires weathered yet resolute. Quasimodo, deformed by his physical burden, embodies a soul capable of profound love and sacrifice. The poet’s “hunchbacked” posture is not merely physical but existential: the self, bent under the weight of divine encounter, is reshaped by the recognition of its own finitude against the infinite.
This weight is not merely oppressive but transformative. In the philosophy of Søren Kierkegaard, the encounter with the divine is a moment of “fear and trembling,” where the individual confronts the absurdity of faith—the paradox of embracing a truth that transcends reason. The “weight of God’s glory” can be seen as this Kierkegaardian leap, where the self is both shattered and reconstituted by its confrontation with the Absolute. To be hunchbacked is to bear the mark of this encounter, a visible sign of having wrestled with the divine, much like Jacob’s limp after his struggle with the angel.
The Glorious Pain
The poet’s assertion—“Still, I am capable of withstanding / and bearing the glorious pain”—introduces a dialectic of endurance and suffering. The phrase “glorious pain” is a profound oxymoron, echoing the Christian mystical tradition of figures like St. John of the Cross, who spoke of the “dark night of the soul” as a painful yet purifying path to divine union. Philosophically, this pain aligns with Martin Heidegger’s notion of Geworfenheit (thrownness), the human condition of being cast into existence without choice, burdened by the weight of Being itself. Yet, the poet’s claim of capability suggests an active response to this thrownness—a refusal to be crushed by the burden.
This resilience resonates with Friedrich Nietzsche’s concept of amor fati—the love of one’s fate. To bear the “glorious pain” is to embrace the suffering inherent in divine encounter, not as a passive victim but as a participant in a greater meaning. The glory lies not in the absence of pain but in its transformative potential, where suffering becomes a crucible for the self’s becoming. The poet’s endurance is not stoic detachment but a dynamic engagement with the divine, a willingness to carry the weight even as it bends the soul.
The Colossal Weight in the Mind
The final line—“from the colossal weight in my mind”—shifts the locus of this burden to the interiority of the self, inviting a phenomenological reflection on consciousness and its limits. The mind, as the seat of perception and understanding, becomes the arena where the divine is both apprehended and contested. This “colossal weight” evokes the overwhelming nature of divine truth, which resists containment within human categories. In the philosophy of Emmanuel Levinas, the encounter with the Other—whether human or divine—disrupts the self’s autonomy, imposing an ethical and existential weight that demands response. The “colossal weight in my mind” is thus the trace of the infinite within the finite, a presence that unsettles yet enriches the self’s understanding of itself and its place in the cosmos.
This interior burden also recalls Plato’s allegory of the cave, where the philosopher, having glimpsed the light of truth, returns to the cave burdened by knowledge that isolates and transforms. The “colossal weight” is the price of this vision—a cognitive and spiritual load that reshapes the self’s orientation toward reality. Yet, the poet’s declaration of capability suggests that this weight, though immense, is not paralyzing. It is a burden that the self can bear, not through its own strength alone but through a paradoxical participation in the divine glory that both wounds and sustains.
The Human Condition and Divine Encounter
The poem, in its brevity, encapsulates a universal human experience: the tension between finitude and infinity, suffering and transcendence. It challenges the modern inclination to seek comfort and certainty, proposing instead that true meaning lies in embracing the glorious pain of divine encounter. This is not a masochistic celebration of suffering but a recognition that the divine—whether understood as God, truth, or Being—demands a response that transforms the self. To be hunchbacked is to bear the mark of this transformation, a visible sign of having stood in the presence of the infinite.
In the end, the poet’s words invite us to reconsider our own burdens—spiritual, existential, or otherwise. What does it mean to carry the weight of glory? It is to live in the tension between awe and agony, to endure the bending of the self without breaking, to find strength in the very weight that humbles us. Like Notre-Dame, we may be weathered; like Quasimodo, we may be bent. But in bearing the colossal weight, we discover our capacity to withstand, to hold fast to the glorious pain, and to emerge not diminished but deepened by the encounter with the divine.

The First Tread from “Caramel Fever (Poem)” is The Soulful Layers. My Fever’s Cinematic EchoWhen I watch Spike Lee’s Jungle Fever, I see “jungle fever” unfold as a wild, tangled pull—Flipper and Angie caught in a taboo storm of interracial desire, weighed down by society’s glare. I feel that raw energy resonate when I write,

The Fourth Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “The Aesthetic Of Decay“ When I see “a gruesome suicide, painted in front of my eyes,” the image hits me with a visceral force, its vividness carving a scene of raw, unfiltered horror into my mind. The word “gruesome” doesn’t just suggest death—it drags me into a

The Third Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “Kali’s Puppet: How the Villain of the System Meets Its End“ One can see it now—Kali holds the villain in her hands, and the realization cuts through like a blade. The system has always felt like a crushing weight, an oppressive presence that’s been suffocating lives for

The Second Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “Faith Fuels My Defiance: A New Freedom“ The”slave ship” wasn’t just the 9-to-5—it was a whole fleet: capitalism’s greed sucking my time dry, society’s rules boxing me in, and the ghosts of historical chains rattling in my bones. It wasn’t work alone; it was a system that

The First Tread from “Leave Me Alone II” “Triumph Over Circumstance: Stoicism Fuels My Soul” When I say, “This system can’t kill my vibe,” I’m claiming a strength that runs deeper than the chaos around me. The system—be it the 9-to-5 grind, societal pressure, or life’s relentless demands—tries to crush me, but I stand firm.

The Hypocrisy…(Poem) Description In this poem, I’m reflecting on my own journey with a mix of confidence and self-awareness. I start by admitting that I’ve got a clear grasp of who I am—plenty of understanding about myself—and I’m upfront about the fact that I don’t see myself as the best-looking guy you’d spot wandering around

Fiend…(Poem) Description I find myself drawn to this blazing force within me—my “fiery fire”—a restless, burning energy that I crave to awaken fully. It’s as if I’m seeking to dissolve the frost encasing my heart, a coldness I’ve carried too long, tucked away in a place I call the “void less dark.” That phrase feels

Ignite…(Poem) Description I find myself drawn to this blazing force within me—my “fiery fire”—a restless, burning energy that I crave to awaken fully. It’s as if I’m seeking to dissolve the frost encasing my heart, a coldness I’ve carried too long, tucked away in a place I call the “void less dark.” That phrase feels

Dissected Threads
Tread One : The Weight of Divine Glory: A Philosophical Reflection on Spiritual Burden.