“I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.”
― Isaac Newton
Hello, I hope
You're well today. It's raining here again, but that's in my head only. I guess
You know that though, but it's still cool telling You all these mundane things.
It's like in that Jeffrey Archer story where bargaining with the Turkish rug dealers
over a cup of coffee is an enjoyable part of the interaction. I'm feeling a
shade of colour between blue and green, I'm not really sure what that's about
to tell You the truth. It's just one of those days.
I'm still waiting
on that bottled inspiration. I don't mean to rush You or anything but it would
be useful right about now. There are things that need doing in this little life
of mine. Thank You in advance.
Then there are all
these people on the social networks always trying to emotionally blackmail me
into loving You. Silly things like,'If you love God you will forward this and
if you love the devil you won't.' That irks me very much. It's such religious
masturbation! Are You opposed to smiting a few of these people? I'm even
willing to work for You in that capacity - just riding around smiting a few
ridiculous people, Ghost Rider style (silly movies, those). Mind You, I've not
given the whole business much thought and I might end up not enjoying it and
whining like a girl somewhere down the line. I'm just saying.
Tell me, do You
think I should be going to Church again? Don my dragon helm and go to the
meeting with Your other soldiers? I'm not much of a team player or anything
useful like that, but, who knows, I could be of some use and those guys annoy
me only a little bit. I don't even get bored and only rarely do I feel like
arguing with anyone's views. I'll take my queue from You on that one. Send me a
crop sign or something. I don't know.
"Don my dragon helm and go to the meeting with Your other soldiers?"
conversations are going to be somewhat ridiculous on my end. I know You have a
ridiculous streak too though, so this might be a good thing. I look forward to
those occasions during which we solve world hunger and then realise our plan
is too elaborate to successfully implement. Travie wants to know what Your
favourite brand is since the devil favours Prada and all. I want to know what
Your favourite beer is and whether it's safe for Charlie consumption.
I'm feeling sleepy
and Game's shouting in my ears about some city and the angels in it. I'm gonna
go now. Have Yourself a great day. Much love. I'll pop in again soon.