Dear Who?

I’m looking over my shoulder as I write this. That kind of proves my point. If there IS a point.

Spiritual. Dharmik. Devout, even? Bollocks.

All right, come out of there, You! Zap it to me. Lay it on the line. Umm ... I’ll take that back and try again. In the manner of civilised debate.

(Civilised? What’s civilised? Cutting a man’s chest open while he’s still alive, to extract his heart? Of course, you’d only have this done to a man who’s lived in your family for a year, a man on whom you’ve lavished your hospitality and affection in unstinting measure. A man who’s known, throughout that year, that THIS is the horrible death in store for him)

(Civilised? Like killing all the members of a dead man’s household so they can serve him in the afterlife? Or offering human sacrifice on the night of the new moon?)

(Very civilised. Like burning a woman at the stake. Or burning children sleeping inside a station wagon. Or locking the doors to a railway carriage or a bakery and burning the people inside. Burning bright.)

(Extreme civilisation. Like taking a poor woman’s jewellery for Your glory. Or neglecting a site where millions of pilgrims come every year, no matter that stampedes claim hundreds of lives every other year. Or reducing dependence on cannabis / hemp / Ecstasy, because young men get hopped up on the Belief that if they kill a few other people as they die themselves, they’ll have 72 beautiful women as their fuck-toys.)

No, I don’t think I can take much civilisation just now. Not even in debate. Suffice it to say that this man has been generous in his evaluation … If it turns out that there is a God, I don't think that he's evil … the worst that you can say about him is that basically he's an underachiever (Woody Allen)

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