I consider myself a spiritual man.
Pondering on life’s eternal questions… Why here? Why now? Why is her arse so unbelievably perfect? And how can I get my mitts on it?
As such I have read the books of the wise; studied the teachings of the masters, and surfed the web of knowledge. Daily I have toiled at the interface between faith and life. What wise words did the Buddha say? Zoroaster’s message of humility; is it relevant to me? Confucian ideals of living and civil society.
I have read them all, studied them all. Digested them all.
Thought comes like a plague to the head in God’s house…
My days were spent in a funk of primitive naivety; I emptied my mind of all things that I had previously learnt, what I had previously thought. I started from the bottom and let the knowledge of the ancients fill my head to the brim, till it overflowed, and their words cascaded down in a delicious stream over my naked body…
I gripped my erect till and guided my ship onwards to enlightenment!
Cast adrift on the turgid miasma of existence I finally awoke. Yes, I thought, I have the answer.
Gentleman, in the end my meanderings of the mind came down to one simple conclusion.
Satan yes; Jesus no.
I leave you to ponder on that.