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I spent way too much of my last month in bars watching people. . . .and this is what I learned. . . .

The faithless are standing round the end of the bar, searching for the end of the world in the bottom of a drink, at the bottom of a glass. . .doing anything for the limelight get on top of the truth, quick like, fast like, sly like a fox. . . . acting like there is nowhere else to spend your life except in the newest moment, meet them for the first time a thousand times over. . . mingle, sip, and toss around a few bucks, like a racetrack, lap after lap. . . .here you come again, rolling out the red carpet, dipping, tipping my hat to the hero of a thousand faceless creatures, solid, together, holy in the blank moment at an atheist party.