"And so, in the Eleventh hour of the 30th day, of the seventh month, of an entirely uncertain year, 'Strangetheist' was born to an unsuspecting couple in San Pedro."
Sometimes you have to write a different book. How many blogs do you have now? Does it matter? Does it show some kind of split personality, or perhaps some kind of change or shift? Change. What matters is embracing change.
Eventually, well, perhaps...
Strangetheist begins, a kind of religion: neither theist, or atheist, but something that is strange. Perhaps it is an idyll of an insouciant man.
Maybe there still is room for praise. Amen, Hallelujah
What is terribly strange is that we still do not know what is human. What is terribly sad is that it's we are strange to the humane.
"never been born..." (a slightly miffed Arwind Vasavada).
ReplyDeleteHow I love the MANY Gods! They are many, not one, but as with a future one cannot determine the power of any "one." The colors of the god to come are those beyond my spectrum. I have no mighty "God" to pray to, just beauty every where I blink. Beauty, in everywhere I blink. The colors of life today are beyond me.
ReplyDeleteAm I your only follower?
ReplyDeleteWell then...I am ok with that.