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'My God,' I thought to myself,

immediately, 'they really ought to

call this off.' My impression was

based on nothing, but the treacle

was turning to broth and I'd

gotten tired of hearing.

-

Like some Brobdingnagian

manslaughter of mind, the real 

thinkers were already all dead.

They'd been taken out early on,

to spare the masses the chance of 

of having to think. (All I ever learned,

I learned from Jonathan Swift. Pay

me no mind, please, but pay me).

-

'Jesus, Easter was just last week?'

I replied, 'Yeah, but are you just saying

that, or is He here?' Now? Once more?

How can you tell? No laughing matter,

all this stuff, as I considered it. I do

hate confusion; transfusion too, but

that's another bloody matter for another

bloody land and time. Now we're all

in one big world, and all together.

-

So, it still freaks me out : this whole

Easter story and all that stuff. One small

little clump of people, two-thousand years

ago, coming up with all this in their Qumran

caves, and now they're tax exempt everywhere

and their guy's out on the road once more.

-

Still, that's how it is. I take my measures, for

sure : I pray every day; I pray for you, and I

pray for me, I pray for the waters and the

trees and the sunlight and for all immortal time.

I greet each thing with prayer, and people too.

I pray for the lost and miserable, the sick and

the crippled. I do things, against my better

judgment, for others  -  when I'd really rather

slit their throats. Wow, listen to me now go on.