…more twisted than a sack of Christmas lights and barbed wire.
The word God is for me nothing more than the expression and product of human weakness, the Bible a collection of honorable, but still purely primitive, legends which are nevertheless pretty childish. No interpretation no matter how subtle can (for me) change this.
I like to create super heroes who look just like my husband (i.e. long-haired computer geek with jeans & t-shirt) and name them CAPTAIN CORRECTION.
It’s not so much a revenue generator for us. It’s more a public service to get guys laid.
If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up the men to gather wood, divide the work and give orders. Instead, teach them to yearn for the vast and endless sea.
so ridiculous that it looks down on “over the top” as if from a great height
That’s ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You’re asking me to believe in sentient meat.
You know, the one in which everyone smiles and laughs and Anakin is there with Yoda and Obi, and they’re all snug as bugs, having forgotten aaaaall about that one time, at band camp, when Anakin slaughtered a bunch of kids and betrayed all the people in the known universe.
