*image by Ben Harubin

If your forefathers were correct, and Man is paying off some
debt to the gods, have you ever wondered about these unholy
interest rates?

One late night on the island of Shedapore, I entered a renowned den of iniquity,
and in a dark corner, surrounded by drink, drugs and several comely nymphs,
discovered a well known holy man. I joined him for a bit, partaking, in part,
of the available treats, and later commented that such activities certainly couldn't
be condoned nor tolerated with the public at large, and he smiled,
"Oh, you're a priest, too."

The fears you have now are nothing but fear of the expected.
They often appear to be fears of the unknown such as in attempting
new actions and apparently dreading unpredictable consequences.
But this is in error for the results will be the expected.
There is a joyful fear far beyond the dull limits of this shaky universe... a
place where fear laughs at its own shadow.

That which can't be digested should not be eaten, and that which can't be eaten
should not be handled. And that which shouldn't be handled should not be thought of,
and no one, no one, I say, can digest the unthinkable. So there!

Have you yet begun to fathom that Man's concept of love
is a continuing attempt to reconcile the conflicting, necessary
contamination in the circuitry?

I once met a man who announced that he was going to walk all around the world,
avoiding all food until the hungry were fed. I heard he was making splendid progress
just before he starved to death.