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She did have that wonderful smile...

2007-08-31

Good morning Boys and Girls.

Chill air this morning. Woke up shivering.

There's no getting around it, this summer is winding down. Played in a golf outing yesterday afternoon and the fella I shared a cart with had two football games to make appearances at last night in which his kids were taking part. I saw a few minutes of a televised pre-season Detroit Lions game a week or two ago and realized that this could only mean winter is breathing down our necks; a depressing thought if I let myself dwell on it.

This morning on MSNBC they're showing the tenth anniversary memorial service for Princess Diana.

I've decided I want to have an internationally televised memorial service for me on the tenth anniversary of my death. Nothing till then, but it seems that a decade after I'm gone would be a fine time to become famous.

Anyone who'd like to accept responsibility for setting up this little shindig on my behalf ought to send their resumes and an outline of precisely what they have in mind to my P.O. box no later than one full calender year before I expire.

Checks to cover the cost of the event should be made out to me and mailed along with your resume.

I don't want to imply that there will be a bidding war, but how else do you expect me to choose from among the thousands of applicants?


Be good to everyone?

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Musings.

2007-08-29

Good morning Boys and Girls.

Leona Helmsley died a few days ago. For many years, she was fun to dislike. In death, she continued her weirdness. She left her dog twelve million bucks.

Yes.

Last night I saw a video shot of "the" stall in which Senator Larry Craig allegedly took what he called his "unusually wide stance" at the Minneapolis Airport this past June; so wide that his foot inadvertently rubbed up against the foot of the policeman in the next stall. Well, if the shot if I saw was really of the stall where this encounter took place, we're talking more than a wide stance. We're talking Paul Bunyan wide.

I don't know if the guy is guilty (although he did PLEAD guilty,) but he's certainly a liar.

I see we're getting serious about shifting the blame for our staying in Iraq to the Iranians. Wonder what next months excuse will be?

I remember 1979 when those Iranian students took all those Americans hostage. It was a despicable act. Of course, the fact that we'd propped up the Shah all those years prior to that act - something that made hundreds of thousands of Iranians seethe with resentment - didn't matter. In fact, as usual, we just labled the whole damn country murderous and  washed our hands of our own culpability.

I love my country, but as a people, we are obtuse. I despise that about us.

We have too damn many people who check their ability to think logically at the door in favor of their form of giddy patriotism, or a simplistic religious fervor, or, something that really does scare me - in what has to be the strangest soup of a world outlook this world has ever seen - both.

I'm not thrilled with the Iranians, but are they expected to forget we supported Saddam Hussein's Iraq in the ten year war they had? Are they supposed to write off the tens of thousands of people killed by the Shah's secret police a generation ago - someone who was in power only because it "served our interests?"

The situation as it's evolved just isn't as simple as it's being presented.

What's new.


Be good to everyone.

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Avoiding writing what i want to write about.

2007-08-24

Good morning Boys and Girls.

7:42 a.m. Friday.

Been up about an hour.

Pretty outside. Sun's peeking through high clouds and the hill outside my window here is greener than it's been since early June, what with all the rain over the last few days. I think mowing the lawn is in the offing, for only the fourth or fifth time all summer. It's been that dry.

Poor Roadie, the cat, absolutely freaked out during the thunder storm the other night, taking refuge under my recliner and refusing to emerge for quite a while. she'd been sitting in one of her favorite places near the patio door that faces the back of the property, calmly staring out the big window when a big flash of lightning hit somewhere nearby. It lit up the sky so brightly you'd have thought it was noon for a second or two and that was it for her for the rest of the evening. -Poor widdle bebbe.

I feel like I've been playing "dodge the drops" all week at work though I've accomplished enough to make it worth the effort, so no complaints from me. It's been hot and humid during breaks in the rain when the sun has popped out to steam up the wet ground, but nothing like they've experienced elsewhere in the country. Fourteen days in a row of temps over a hundred in Nashville? -Zowie.

Talk of a trip north over the weekend to play a couple of good golf courses. There's also plenty to do here, much of which I've put off all summer. Time will tell.


Be good to everyone.

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Gray skies... Ahhhh.

2007-08-21

Good morning Boys and Girls.

I've been busy, till yesterday.

We've finally gotten a few days of rain around here and even now, it's looking pretty gray. Although it'll make work slow this week, man oh man, did we need it, so I'm not complaining.

Sure hope this hurricane Dean rushing through the Yucatan Peninsula doesn't take too many lives. They're saying it's larger and more powerful than Andrew back in '92 right now, and evidently making a bee-line for a lot of Mayan ruins and some huge oil fields. Doesn't sound good.

Seems like Shoutpost is having some of the same problems we had here with tBlog for a while. The messaging isn't working correctly and some of the pages are taking forever to load. Wonder what's up.

Having Jesus here last week was fun, though he was in a sort of a bad mood for him. He did say he was tired more than once while he was here, but I know he had to be in Australia for some meeting he wanted to attend by the 23rd. Maybe he'll write or call me and tell me more about it. Hope so. I didn't even drive him back to O'Hare in Chicago. He took the train from Grand Rapids. The weird thing was that he was just gone when I got home from playing golf late Saturday morning. He left a note, but I have no idea how he got to the train station.

I liked the last couple of lines of his note.

...and for goodness sakes, relax surrogate. If I can't get people to think, you don't have a chance. Just do what you do.

He'd been explaining earlier that the people he spoke to during his preaching years a couple of millennium ago had no trouble understanding him, because they were used to that style of speaking and story-telling, and knew when things were being said for effect and when people were talking literally, but that over the years all the hocus-pocus attributed to him has screwed things up. It's gotten in the way. "You know," he said to me, "I knew how to read and write myself. I suppose I could have written things down so they wouldn't get so screwed up in the recording and translating, but I had no idea they were going to turn me into something I wasn't."

It sure wears on him.

Be good to everyone.

Just heard that Dean's been downgraded to category three. Hope that bodes well.

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The Logical Song

2007-08-16

Hi. Jesus here.

I'm on my way tomorrow.

Pastor Dave sounds ticked off. You can read his comments over at the tBlog version of this blog.

A while ago Dave wrote a post saying he thought that you could love someone and still kill them - even that he was pretty sure I'd have approved.

And he wants any arguments to be logical.

So, I said Love God, yourself, your friends AND your enemies. Right?

Let's use logic.

Let's assume I meant what I said and that I was logical.

If, as Dave says, it's okay to kill enemies, I must also mean it's okay to kill your friends and loved ones. -Even that it's okay to kill God. I know he'll take issue with this, but...

It's not what I meant of course, but using Dave's craved-for logic, it's what I must have meant to say.

Then Dave complained that he thinks I should be more concerned about abortions than people killed as "collateral damage," in military conflicts. He thinks any abortion is murder. Okay. Let's be logical.

In most countries, there is no statute of limitations on murder - something I think is a good idea, and I'm sure it's a concept most people, even Dave, would agree with. Well, if abortion is murder, using logic, shouldn't everyone whose ever had one be tried for murder? No exceptions?

I say yes, if we're going to call abortion murder - abortion, by the way is something I hate, but I do think they should be available and safe since they've always taken place and always will - I think we should gather together every single woman whose ever had one, try them, and put them away for life. No exceptions.

No? But it's logical!

The fact is babies don't have human life till they've taken that first breath. Fetuses are POTENTIAL human life and are certainly alive, but if we're going to treat the unborn as if they have, indeed, already been born, then God himself must be a horrible murderer since there are still far more miscarriages than abortions. Simple logic, right?

Of course this is silly stuff, but whenever the "born again" crowd screams for logical debate, trust me, it's the last thing they really want.

They believe what they believe because they need magic to make their lives complete, and in the process they make the things I said to emphasize my points more important than the simple lessons themselves, which, ironically, these folks invariable LOVE to make complex and twist them into something unrecognizable when they realize the simple stuff doesn't jibe with the magic me I was turned into later by the historians who were also just doing their job. (Remember the other day when I explained how we made stories memorable back then?)

There's no explaining it to them. They're too busy waiting for the rapture or their own death to understand how harmful this thinking is to humanity.

Dave, for instance, claims that since I'm against the U.S. doing harm to civilians in Iraq, that, somehow, that means I think it's perfectly okay for Muslim extremists to do harm to U.S. civilians. That's absurd of course, and it's certainly not logical, but people like Dave can't think logically any more. Someday, he might realize it and decided to try, but for now, I'd suggest - surrogate is very worried about this very thing, by the way - that you not allow people who think like that to be making public policy.

They're so convinced they're right about what I had in mind, that they're blind to the harm they do and always explain it away, and, frankly, they don't care as much for this wonderful planet and its people as they ought because to them, this whole world is just a second best waiting room - sort of a cast-off gift from God. As incredible as it is, or could be, it's just  not enough for them.

Sad.

And Dave, I'm not trying to pick on you. You represent the thinking of millions of people, as you said - although, remember, the mere fact that lots of people believe something doesn't make it any more true. Sorry Dave. No logic in that thinking either. Oh well.

I'm off to Australia!

Be good to everyone.

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Simple or simplistic?

2007-08-14

Hi.

Jesus here for today and at least tomorrow too.

surrogate is annoyed. His friend Pastor Dave has implied that I'm a humanist and that MY message, as opposed to the one Pastor Dave and his folk believe - the one that came to be as a result of a conference that took place four hundred years after I died - is a simplistic one.

Makes me laugh. That's why these folks love the Bible more than people - a nice book put together by simple compromise and negotiation.

Ever notice how these folks will use Bible verses to justify just about anything? Well surrogate, my message was - IS - simple. It's certainly not simplistic, as it's a very difficult one to internalize when living in this world, but it is simple.

It's hard to learn to turn the other cheek, but it's simple. (Watch out for folks who try to complicate it. The minute they do? -ignore 'em.)

It's hard to learn to love your enemies, but it's simple. (Watch out for people who justify the killing of others, especially the killing of innocent civilians and call it "collateral damage." Remember, it wouldn't be collateral damage if it was YOUR family, would it?)

It's hard to take care of the poor, but it's simple. (This is really a no-brainer.)

It's hard to understand that we will never ever know what or who God really is, or what happens after we die, but it's simple. (Watch out for people who claim to know, especially those who describe it in detail. They are the worse kind of liars and deserve nothing less than their own version of hell.)

Want simplistic?

Simplistic is believing that all I wanted was for everyone to "get saved." Did I want people to be "born again?" Yes. But the meaning has been so corrupted and made simplistic by people who have an axe to grind regarding the practice, that it's become a silly thing; a magic bullet; arriving at home base in a game of hide and seek; a get out of jail free pass. And what I really dislike about it is that people have made God into a vindictive, petty, and  murderous entity by suggesting that he'd set up a scenario whereby if you don't jump through the right hoops, or come to have "their" version of faith, that God will send you to an eternity of torment.

THAT makes me angry. "No!" -they'll claim, shouting, "God gave us free will. We CHOOSE hell by not following the rules as outlined."

Uh, no.

Sorry, that thinking is simplistic and evil. Period.

Think about this: I taught forgiveness, but supposedly, God's timetable, known to him/her/it alone, means some people get eighty years to come to the "right" conclusions, while others, - perhaps cut down suddenly - if they've not "been saved," in time - are cast by God forever into hell. How dare people who claim to be serving God further this thinking. Rubbish. It's nice and easy to preach that gibberish, I'd guess. Nice and simple. Black or white. Fear or security. Heaven or hell.

Simplistic.

Relax surrogate. My message was simple, but it wasn't simplistic in the least. That's why people who've swallowed the easy route get mad when they read something different. They want to keep choosing who to love, who it's okay to kill, why I didn't really mean we should turn the other cheek. THAT stuff they love to make complicated and couch it as "the richness of the message."

Let 'em. Either they'll figure it out one of these days, or they won't and for goodness sakes, don't get mad. They believe what they believe because it's what they've been taught. Either they'll eventually use God's most precious gift, or they won't.


Be good to everyone.

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Another bit of rambling...

2007-08-13

Hi.

Jesus here again.

So now I've driven a golf cart for four hours. What a hoot! surrogate played yesterday afternoon at a really pretty course out on a peninsula on the Grand River and he dragged me along. The course is right in the landing pattern of the airport along I96 and has a railroad track running right through the middle of it too. On a few holes there's water all around and lots of people were enjoying the river on pontoon boats and jet-skis. The members of the golf club have nicknamed the place "Plains, Trains and Automobiles (and Boats.)" Interestingly though, even with all the activity around the place, somehow it still felt secluded and was very quiet most of the time.

It was a good time. I even tried hitting a few balls every now and again, but mostly I just watched the other three guys and tended the flag on the greens. One of the other two guys was really good, but surrogate held his own. I think he was second by a couple of strokes.

surrogate introduced me as "Jerry;" my idea. We didn't want to get into trying to explain who I am and all that. Besides, I heard my name quite a few times over the course of the day, usually after a missed putt or an errant shot. It doesn't bother me too much - I'm sure used to it by now. Even surrogate let loose with my name once after missing a four footer to win a hole. I gave him the dirtiest look I could muster and tried not to laugh.

On the way home, surrogate asked me what I was going to write about today and we discussed how best to put it so I told him the point I'd hoped to make, and that I hoped to do so without upsetting people. One thing I know for sure is that an awful lot of Christians get offended if anyone questions what they believe - even me. But then, I never once used the term "Christian," and had no idea all these derivative churches would be popping up over the centuries, each one based on it's predecessor with some insignificant difference that caused the split in the first place.

Trust me, when I told Peter he was the Rock on which I'd build my church, what has evolved since is NOT what I had in mind, and Peter should have known it.

Even the term "church," has been corrupted beyond belief. Let me ask you this, do you really think I'd approve of any organization started in my name that has paid clergy? Do you think what I was going for was a justification for politicians (who claim to have consulted me) to start wars? Do you think I was trying to start up "a religion" at all?

Please.

I know this, and I've said it before. If I made my presence here widely known and tried to set the record straight big-time? -I'd be killed so fast that the three years I preached the first time around would seem like an eternity, and like the Jews, whose boat I rocked a little by some of what I had to say, this time around? -it would be the Christians.

Want proof? Look how angry they get when someone tells them they might have things a little backward.

By the way... "Mega churches?" How did THAT happen? What the?...

Love God. Love yourself. Love your friends, your family. Love your enemies. Take care of the gifts you've been given. Take care of each other.

Once you all get that down? -Then, maybe, we can move on to something else - though frankly, once everyone gets that part down? -everything else will become moot and self evident.

Be good to everyone.

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Trial balloon...

2007-08-12

Hi. Jesus here.

surrogate's asleep. I slept all the way back from Chicago late last night while he drove. He arrived about six p.m. - in time for dinner, which was lovely by the way. Marcy, a mutual friend of ours from way back, made sizzle rice at surrogate's and my behest. I'm not sure of her technique, but the stuff has sesame seeds, toasted almonds, raisins, onions, mushrooms, celery - even a little mint I think. It tastes like a cross between really great stuffing and a middle eastern dish, but a little crunchy. -Really great.

The discussion at dinner was interesting. I brought everyone up to date on my travels of late and tested out a theory I have.

I asked everyone if Bill Clinton was a good President. Honest. I did. I asked because I knew I'd get three different responses. Jack, Marcy's husband, is a life-long conservative. He piped in right away that Clinton was not only the worst president in the history of the country, but should have been removed from office and then prosecuted for perjury because he lied under oath. Marcy rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation at this, having heard it a zillion times before from her husband, but she didn't say much to dispute him, since, after all, after surrogate and I left last night, she'd still be there living with him.

surrogate, of course, said Clinton did no more than any red-blooded male would do in the same circumstances - and went on to praise some of the things Clinton accomplished or at least got credit for from his supporters.

Personally? I could care less. History will say what it will about the guy and will largely be based on the prejudices of the people who write the first drafts and are lucky enough have their version recorded and accepted. All the subsequent takes will be based on those early versions, written, of course, by people who will have slanted the facts to support their own views.

The gist of what I'd hope to point out when, afterward, I had my say on the matter was that whatever the history is, it will little to do with the facts. When I was walking around on the planet the first time, the scriptures were known by all of us who studied them to be dramatizations; history as told by people trying to make points; trying to explain that which was unexplainable to themselves in ways that lifted peoples' spirits and provided practical life lessons along the way.

We never debated whether everything written in the Torah was literally true, we knew it for what it was. Heck, it was written and recorded largely by my people, Jews. And trust me, if you were educated in the least back then, you learned quickly that the main way things were taught - in order that were better remembered - was by storytelling - the stories themselves always full of hyperbole and exaggeration. That's how it was done!

It wasn't till much later, after I died, and after so much more was added - including the stories of my life that were told in much the same manner, that some people started deciding that the Bible was the "literal" word of God, which is, frankly, laughable. -No offense to those of you who've been taught to think believe it to be the case. I understand, it's what you've been taught. Of course you believe it. Is it a healthy way to go through life? That's questionable, but it's certainly understandable.

But let me say this: this is a truism. Ready? Okay here we go...

Everything makes sense.

There. Got it? I'll say it again. Read it slowly. -Everything makes sense.

There are explanations for everything that happens. Everything.

Over the next couple of days, I'll try to explain my take on why this is such an important thing to remember in life - and how allowing the meaning behind the little bromide can not only inform our beliefs and attitudes, but why internalizing it can change the way we look at the the world and maybe, ever so slightly, help us to better understand our place in it.

Hope it's fun to read.


Be good to everyone.

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Phone call from Jesus...

2007-08-09

Good morning Boys and Girls!

Was just sitting here working last night when the phone rang.

(ring... ring...)

"Hello, Your dime."

"Huh? surrogate?"

"Oh... Sorry. Hi Jesus! How are you?"

"Hi. I'm fine. Busy as usual, but I'm fine."

"Where are you? The caller ID says the number reads "unavailable number.""

"I'm at Heathrow. I'm waiting in the security line. About to hop on a plane for Chicago. We're stopping at LaGuardia for a couple of hours but I don't have to change planes. I'll have time to get off and grab a Starbucks though. Hey surrogate, you have plans this weekend?"

"Um... Saturday morning I do. A golf outing for one of my clients. When do you touch down?"

"Five p.m."

"You gonna come here?"

"Well I've got a place to stay tonight and tomorrow, or longer if I want, I'm sure - I'm seeing Jack and Marcy. But I wondered if you'd have time to drive over and get me sometime Saturday."

"Sure, but it might be early evening. I won't be done playing till one or two, and then they're having a lunch I think. I could probably be there by six-thirty or seven my time..."

"Great. Why not have dinner with us and then either we'll head back afterward or you can stay with them too and we head back to your place Sunday."

"Shouldn't you check with Jack and Marcy?"

"Nah. They won't mind. They'll be glad to see you."

"Okay. Sounds like a plan."

"I've got some stuff I want to talk to you about and I have a couple of ideas for posts I want to write while I'm there."

"Wow. I thought you forgot all about the blog."

"No. Not at all. Just been busy - you know how it is."

"Yeah, I do. That's why I haven't hassled you about it. But..."

"Well, the line is moving here. I'll see you Saturday!"

"Thanks for calling Jesus. It'll be great to see you. Jack and Marcy too."

"If Marcy feels like cooking, I'll ask her to make her sizzle rice."

"Oh yeah! Mmmm. Haven't had that in years."

"Me either. Sounds good though, huh"

"Sure does. Convince her!

"Will do."

"Bye Jesus. See ya Saturday."

"Great. Take care surrogate."

(click)


Cool. I've had some questions rattling around my head of late. Wonder how long he'll stay? I forgot to ask.



Be good to everyone.

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Big Blue Ball...

2007-08-05

Good morning Boys and Girls.

Every time I think about it, I get a feeling of joy and trepidation.

Every time I venture out into it's beauty, I question whether it will be as wonderful fifty years from now, or a hundred.

It seems to spin faster every day.

I wonder how it can't be enough for some people who dream of and pray for and, in fact, expect a better one in another life.

The bounty it offers is as infinite as our combined abilities to make use of it that need only be tempered with a sense of responsibility regarding how we make use of it.

Went into a Target last week and saw twenty-two models of vacuum cleaners. Why?

I see that we've crossed the two hundred and fifty mark for automobile models currently available for sale in this country alone. Why?

Yesterday I walked down the bakery isle in the supermarket and counted seventeen different manufacturers represented in just the prepackaged-packaged stuff. Hell, there were ten different choices for plain old hot-dog buns.

I bought a CD a couple of weeks ago that took me ten minutes to open, and then I threw away the tough plastic packaging that was FOUR times bigger than the CD itself. I had a similar experience the very next day when I bought ink cartridges, and again just the day before yesterday when purchasing, of all things, a roller ball pen. The pen I actually damaged a little as I extricated it from its stubborn anti-theft packaging.

I believe in the availability of choices when buying products, but things are getting crazy. Did I mention in this blog a few weeks ago about my counting the number of styles of pens available at an Office Depot a few weeks ago as I waited for a few copies of my novel to be copied for submitting to publishers? -I forget the exact number now, but I THINK it was 586. I'm not kidding. -And I'm not talking about markers, or pencils, or artists' tools. I'm talking pens. Ballpoint, roller-ball and gel - the new kids on the block. Hell, I'm not even counting fountain pens, of which I don't remember seeing any. Do they still make'em?

When is enough enough? Ever?

I know, I'll be branded a socialist or worse for even voicing these concerns, but for God's sake, how can we claim that starvation is a problem that can't be solved when I personally had eight different choices of which style baguette I wanted with my sliced turkey, (of which I chose from nine distinct varieties at the deli-counter.)

I chose a sourdough brioche baguette and a heavenly lightly smoked mesquite turkey - after sampling it and the touch-of-honey...


Be good to everyone.

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free Discipline.

2007-08-04

Good morning Boys and Girls.

I was perusing my brother's web site just now and discovered a wonderful error. Right now, the sound samples he has listed are, for some reason, the complete versions of the songs. This has to be a screw-up cuz they surely weren't that way last time I checked.

"Canto IV"
"Diminished"
"Into the dream"
and a live version of "Between Me and the End."

That's almost an hour of some pretty great prog you can check out for free. Plus there's a link to the very weird video of him and the band doing one of their strangest songs about ten years ago. It's not my favorite, but "When the Walls Are Down," a song showcasing a severely disturbed person, was a definitely a favorite of some of their fans and allowed Matt to do his Magic Acid Mime character to the hilt.

If you've got the time and have patience to listen to some pretty long songs, check out strungoutrecords.com and click on the "sound samples" link in the upper left corner of the page.

I'm excited about seeing them play live again next year at Nearfest near Philly.

 

"And if the world must fall?

Let it fall.

Burn Valhalla, burn..."

                                -Matthew Parmenter

 

Be good to everyone.

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Enjoy the day peeps.

2007-08-03

Good morning Boys and Girls.

Quickie post.

I'm off to The Metro Detroit area for at least the day, and possibly two.

Got a nice response to my post from a couple of days ago that mentioned Sabrina Matthews, from... Sabrina Matthews. That was unexpected and fun.

It looks as though the weather will be slightly more mild today, something I'm thankful for, as the last couple of days have left me feeling like a orange after it's been relieved of its juice.

May the day find you all whole and without holes.

Be good to everyone.

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God, help me get over my anger...

2007-08-01

Good afternoon Boys and Girls... or evening, I guess.

Came home early today after starting early as well - a successful effort to beat the heat. I don't know how hot it got today, but I didn't want to deal with it any more than I had to.

Upon returning I was working on a couple of things here at the puter, and had the TV on. I flipped around while I waited for a quick response to an email to one of my suppliers - which, thankfully, I received within no more than five minutes.

During my flipping I came upon a show called "Ask the Pastor," which grabbed my attention because of the 70's set and large Logo announcing the name of the show behind the three pastors who sat at a game-show style booth. There was also an Alex Trebek dude in charge of asking the three flabby Lilly-white dudes questions. It wasn't a quiz show, but it was meant to appear like one.

Here's a list of the questions to which I listened to these three guys give their answers:

Is gayness something that people are born with or is it simply chosen behavior?

Is there ever a time when it's okay to have sex before marriage?

Is there any validity to any religion besides (your version*) of Christianity?

Is abortion murder?

Is the rapture due within the next five years?

...and the only one on which there was any disagreement - two of the three said it was important to separate the sexes when performing this ritual as a part of a worship service, though all agreed it was an imperative.

Is the washing of feet an important aspect of Christian worship?

I came into the show at least ten minutes in, and possibly forty, depending on whether it was a half-hour show or an hour-long deal.

As each minister gave their response to the questions, the shot was wide enough to see the other two nodding vigorously - with the exception of that last question, which must have been posed for the very purpose of showing that divergent views can exist on "small things," and the names along with the names of the various churches each represented were flashed on-screen below each of their puffy faces as they voiced their predictable drivel.

God, save us from people who claim the Bible was written by YOU, instead of men simply trying to explain things to themselves - as though you wouldn't have done a far better job.

Please don't write us all off just because some of us are morons. There are some of us who understand that no God who can make seed pods that travel thousands of miles on the wind, or an earwig for that matter, or a universe so huge that even contemplating it is virtually unfathomable, would make things so cut and dried as the men I watched today would like to insinuate you have, men who would make you small and hateful and spiteful.

Heaven and Hell, they scream! Sin and wrath!

Forgive them God. Forgive us all on their behalf.

Forgive me for being utterly sick of these people and their thinking. And God? Thanks for this incredible world and this life you've given us. It IS enough. Thanks again.



Be good to everyone.

*my additions.

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