It’s a beautiful summer morning here at the eastern foot of the Blue Ridge Mountains. The sun isn’t up yet, as I type, but, the songbirds are. A cacophony of peeps, tweets and squawks assaults my shell like ears. I sip contentedly from an enormous tin mug of [Maxwell House] (original roast) coffee. Quite naturally my mind turns to the subject of abortion.
I don’t believe in any such thing as a magical deity. There has never been a moment in my life where the whole idea didn’t seem ridiculous and scary. Scary from the point of understanding that I was surrounded by people who inhabited realities I could never fathom. Trans-Galactic, Totalitarian realities where they were being watched, perpetually, by a magical deity that made his debut and announced his existence to us in the Bronze Age. They were sure of it. I was speechless in what I see now was the long, drawn out, horror of awakening to the realization that I was of their species. The horror persists long after the awakening. (The sun is a red ball now hovering in the branches of an ancient maple)
But I digress. In a world where children starve to death at the rate of one every few seconds it’s absurd to think MORE children would make things better. That’s it in a nut shell. If there actually were something “sacred” about life children would never be permitted to starve. So, there isn’t, not with standing any protests to the contrary by believers in magic. (I have often wondered if religious people get a bigger thrill out of seeing a magician saw a woman in half and then put her back together again than agnostics or atheists do.)
A deity that would demand MORE of what there is already more than can be successfully digested is like this guy above. Like a fat man at a buffet who continues to fill more plates in spite of the fact that he can’t quite swallow what he already has. It’s disgusting to observe. I couldn’t care less if people claim he is magical.
(What’s really magical is the golden light that permeates everything now that a morning ground fog oozed its way out of what appeared to be nothing at all.)