I realise this is about to be a sweeping generalisation but let's say, for the hell of it, that the religious assume only two states; you're either 'one of the saved' or 'one of the damned', you're a 'lost soul' or a 'found soul'. It's as if they only see these two choices, that YOUR life is only capable of one of these two limiting positions; all very glass half-full or half-empty style, whilst all the time failing to notice what any atheist is freed to see.
Instead of exploring and appreciating the nectar, revelling and delighting in its gentle, brief pleasure, the religiously inclined, prohibited by authoritarian despot from noticing the vessel in which it rests, merely judge the nectar's value from a 'safe distance', through an ancient telescope too dimmed by time to reveal the magnificence of the beautifully hand-crafted Venetian lead-crystal goblet from which the luscious nectar's fortuitous full measure, whatever that may be, may be sipped, savoured or gulped but always only ever consumed.
Half-empty or half-full, whichever one perceives true, is irrelevant:
WE are the glass and the nectar,
WE are the sentient stardust,
WE are the new stars,
WE THINK.
Which is a really just a long winded way of saying.
I'm thrilled that in the entirety of eternity I know I am here, the one and only, sole owner of this glass and sole imbiber of its full, if finite, measure of nectar.
And in my book
That fucking Rocks
Wishing a fine and dandy, great and happy new year to all my readers
and anyone else.
All the very best...
I sincerely hope your goblet is of the finest glass
and the nectar within is as sweet as you could ever wish it to be.
And as a final thought,
Awww bugger it, it's New Year's Eve and there's a very fine 10 year old malt whisky with my name on it; write your own last line! :P
Have a cracker! :)
This is one of the Too Many Questions
Instead of exploring and appreciating the nectar, revelling and delighting in its gentle, brief pleasure, the religiously inclined, prohibited by authoritarian despot from noticing the vessel in which it rests, merely judge the nectar's value from a 'safe distance', through an ancient telescope too dimmed by time to reveal the magnificence of the beautifully hand-crafted Venetian lead-crystal goblet from which the luscious nectar's fortuitous full measure, whatever that may be, may be sipped, savoured or gulped but always only ever consumed.
Half-empty or half-full, whichever one perceives true, is irrelevant:
WE are the glass and the nectar,
WE are the sentient stardust,
WE are the new stars,
WE THINK.
Which is a really just a long winded way of saying.
I'm thrilled that in the entirety of eternity I know I am here, the one and only, sole owner of this glass and sole imbiber of its full, if finite, measure of nectar.
That fucking Rocks
Wishing a fine and dandy, great and happy new year to all my readers
and anyone else.
All the very best...
I sincerely hope your goblet is of the finest glass
and the nectar within is as sweet as you could ever wish it to be.
And as a final thought,
Awww bugger it, it's New Year's Eve and there's a very fine 10 year old malt whisky with my name on it; write your own last line! :P
Have a cracker! :)
PEACE
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THREE WORDS OR LESS
OR ONE OR MORE FINGERS!
