The only reason I live beyond my means is because I will die before my time. I am not saying that there is an appointed time for dying. That we live our lives then say our Adieus when that moment comes. No. All I know is that I am going to die some day. Well, maybe.
See, I believe that human beings live, then they die...that is an immutable fact. The whole predestination, and things is a charade to keep deities in gainful employment. And deities- gods, the Fate Sisters, and other usurpers to related thrones- do not cut it with me. Infact, my greatest interest in their kind,lately is borne of jealousy. (Ambition is more like it). I have spent my last couple of non- working days trying to find God. The only place worth finding him, I have discovered is me. I want to be a god.
Now, I am looking at templates of the gods. There is the Christian variety who cannot make up his mind- he is a father and thus a he- whether he is one in essence, or in substance. An elusive deity modelled in the lines, and is, indeed, a spoof- maybe with powerfoam, CG efxs (remember the day of pentecost?) and more gizmoes- of the older, fire- and- brimstone- Yahweh.
To Be continued.....