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From Zorba

A Year in Review

I don’t believe in God • But I do believe in Luck
I don’t believe in angels • But I do believe in saints
I don’t believe in Heaven • But I do believe in ghosts
I don’t believe in suffering • But I do believe in pain
I don’t believe in law • But I do believe in order
I don’t believe in safety • But I do believe in sex
I don’t believe in forever • But I do believe in love

We’ve got McDonalds in our hands. Mine’s a Coke. That’s all. She’s carrying an egg Mcmuffin thing. And we’re talking about dragons.

“You should write about dragons,” I tell her, sipping my Coke.

“I just like drawing them,” she says. She’s so small. Under my shoulders. Her hair is as long as mine used to be and her little voice is even smaller.

“I mean, why do you love them so much?” I ask her.

“I don’t know,” she says, her wide eyes even wider. “I just do.”

“Don’t you want to know why? I mean, they’re symbols. Do you want to explore that?”

“No,” she says. Just like that. Just as simple as that. Then, she smiles with that big smile that’s bigger than her. Her pure joy ringing in her voice.

She says it again, as if to reassure me. “No.” That big smile.

“I’m not like you,” she says. “I don’t want to figure them out. I’m very happy with just loving them.” Pause. “And drawing them.”

The light says, “Walk,” and she crosses the street. I pause for just a moment, then follow her.

* * *

“Sometimes, a mystery is supposed to be a mystery.”
— The Tao of Zen Nihilism

“Democracy is not the end-all-be-all of governments. It is
advanced citizenship, requiring an educated voting mass to make intelligent
and articulate decisions. Otherwise, democracy becomes nothing more than the
tyrrany of the ignorant.”

I was just talking to a co-worker (the Mighty Mighty Darrell) about record sales…

Orange Juice.
Chicken Soup.
Warm Blankets.
The Big Fuckin’ Q.

*cough cough*
*sniff sniff*

Had to take care of a guest who caught a cold. Sorry, folks. 🙁

… that I don’t rag on the pagans, too. Not just the Christians.

On this day, the day we celebrate Jesus’ birth, I thought it might be appropriate to share something I discovered when I was young that greatly influenced my perception of the Carpenter’s Son.

I discovered the gnostic gospels a long time ago. A priest, no less, showed them to me. “This is a Jesus not everybody hears about,” he explained to me.

Those familiar with the Vaticine Church of 7th Sea understand my fascination with gnostic thought.

God bless, may Odin welcome you with open arms, may Athena smile upon you, and may there be a moment — even a single moment — in this world where guns and enemies are dreams, and peace is the reality we wake up to.

http://www.gnosis.org/naghamm/gosthom.html