Hey Phil - Great to hear from you. I always knew there was something profoundly unique about you - but a "supernatural tooth" - who would have thought? Still living in Penn, or are you back in NJ? Jeer pointed me in the direction of FLAGGED, which was awesome. You rock - literally!
Nice to hear from you! I'm coming to Dallas to resume studies @ UD this fall, so perhaps I can haunt the hallowed halls of higher learning you were talking about... Don't worry about the poem. It's only about 2 things: (1) If religion is essentially just believing in something that we can't see, then how do we decide what that invisible thing is -- the one that deserves our worship? (2) When we call a word by the sound that it makes.
Are you suggesting that God has programmed us as suburban robots to worship Him - and therefore we just do do-doodley-do what me must muddily-must muddily must, until we bust bodily-bust, bodily bust? (that's from "Cat's Cradle" by Vonnegut) No free will? Or, are you suggesting that we corporate life forms, with our charge accounts and rolex watches and SUVs and DVD players are actually worshipping God (the God Jehovah) with our lives and not just almighty Mammon (Giant Dollar Sign in the Sky)? Or, are you suggesting that all Gods are one God, and therefore we are all worshipping the same God whether we like it or not? Or are you suggesting that any physical or mental act is essentially an act of worship, so I am praising God by opening this can of Chef-Boyardee beef ravioli?
I'm tall. I am a professional soaker-uper of ideas, sort of half-man, half-sponge. I have an outrageous baldspot. My socks don't always match. I am a notorious whinge-er. I like to break it down. My rhymes are only somewhat on time. Someone just farted.
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Hey Phil - Great to hear from you. I always knew there was something profoundly unique about you - but a "supernatural tooth" - who would have thought? Still living in Penn, or are you back in NJ? Jeer pointed me in the direction of FLAGGED, which was awesome. You rock - literally!
Who-del-ee-whoo be dark blue?
Dark blue Sandee:
Nice to hear from you! I'm coming to Dallas to resume studies @ UD this fall, so perhaps I can haunt the hallowed halls of higher learning you were talking about... Don't worry about the poem. It's only about 2 things: (1) If religion is essentially just believing in something that we can't see, then how do we decide what that invisible thing is -- the one that deserves our worship? (2) When we call a word by the sound that it makes.
Dearest dearest dark blue:
Are you suggesting that God has programmed us as suburban robots to worship Him - and therefore we just do do-doodley-do what me must muddily-must muddily must, until we bust bodily-bust, bodily bust? (that's from "Cat's Cradle" by Vonnegut) No free will? Or, are you suggesting that we corporate life forms, with our charge accounts and rolex watches and SUVs and DVD players are actually worshipping God (the God Jehovah) with our lives and not just almighty Mammon (Giant Dollar Sign in the Sky)? Or, are you suggesting that all Gods are one God, and therefore we are all worshipping the same God whether we like it or not? Or are you suggesting that any physical or mental act is essentially an act of worship, so I am praising God by opening this can of Chef-Boyardee beef ravioli?
Getting curiouser and curiouser...
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