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Hello. My name is Lydia Virginia Eck, and I,
out of love for God, firstly, perfect my systematic
theology, and secondarily, compose visual art and
music. I also love fine-tuning my iced coffee recipe.
This website features several of my ideas and creations.
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Suffy & Bowie

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Oct 24

At the end of all intimacy, there is God. I will make my chief end whatever will satisfy me in the middle of the night, and it’s not sex, but communion with the Infinite. I must say, though, that when the communion with God takes place above and within a mental and spiritual connection between two people, a dove flies overhead, blessing the affair with even more beauty.

There is nothing better than two people being physically connected to each other, as well as, at the same time as that, spiritually and mentally communing with both each other and God.

My favorite song at the moment is below. It’s a beautiful song.. Part of it..“I always knew you in your mother’s arms. I have called you son. I’ve made amends between Father and son. Or if you haven’t one, rest in my arms, sleep in my bed. There’s a design to what I did and said.”

But the whole thing! Listen to it all

I intended to delete the following creation of mine (“Discontent”) and then readded it after realizing it wasn’t truly deleted. It left an indelible mark on my psyche. So here it is. I need to be true to my past, and all my mistakes.

FYI, when I made the above, I realized it was, at least in part, inspired by David Bowie’s Outside album cover. The album itself is alright. Oh David. Your 90’s output was okay. Black Tie White Noise was your best album from the 90’s. And it’s all because of Miracle Goodnight (which I discovered in the tenth grade and became absolutely obsessed with because of how ingenious the song and video are) and Nite Flights! Yeah, the video for the former is a little raunchy, but it has a good number of redeeming features, like its throwback to analytic cubism, as well as the fact that there’s a harem of women he doesn’t care for at all because he loves his wife—who he devoted the entire album to—more than anyone else.

It’s just so interesting. Bowie, Why did you have to leave?

I have another image to post, but not yet..