3.4.22


he worriedworried
                    What shall we do what shall we do the pots dry the ink run out he was frantic  despairing
then as was his deliberate fortune he woke his hypnopompic state turned tail and ran like hell it was only in his dreams that despair occurred to him aneven then  rarely

pots dry inks run out 

what was he going to write

what story did he have to tell

whats a storyteller without a story


whell shit fell into his lap 

Robin Dunbars off base

why religion persists
                      hed ask why myths conspiracy theories and gossip persist they are titillating to be sure antinomian religions provide the dispensation of grace that in which only faith is necessary and mankinds moral law what is right or wrong is of no use or obligation to the religious one fuckin huge fig leaf

he believed Dunbar generalised
                                  “There are at least two reasons why religions persist. One is the fact that, on average, religious people are generally happier, healthier and liver longer. For better or worse, they also have easier deaths when the time comes. Awwyaah YHWH HORSESHIT The other is that religious people are more likely to feel they belong to a community.” 
              cliques he remembered high school people falling over themselves to belong made him nauseous Groucho Marx his priest I wouldn’t want to belong to a club that would have me as a member.  give that man a cigar  hed keep one for himself

to be fair he was a reincarnated mountain man


at long last here we go againhe smiled giddily “A way a lone a last a loved a long the end of Joyces Finnegans Wake beginning of it riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by commodious vicus or recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.”
            Dunbar concludes “Thus, you could no more have a world where religion was cast aside as superstition than you could have one without science and stories.”


Anglicanism its last known sin-eater was Richard Munslow who died in 1906 aged 73

sin-eater
         ifya don know look it up

he could lead a horse to water but the horse was welcome to drink or not  NOT his job

middle of the night,  Sunday,  3  4. 22
1144,  Sunday

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