Half-naked, late, conversing with holy rollers, reflecting, Elliott Smith, and preaching (on their part and mine)...
...a day in the life.
In the midst of my getting ready for work today I was visited by some Jehovah's Witnesses asking if I knew "god" by name...why do these great opportunities for such rousing debate come at times that catch me completely off guard.
Had I not been half naked and late I still don't think I would have been able to "discuss" since they were in the process of training their 11 year old son to someday convert the heathens on his own. So basically I didn't have the balls to tell a little kid that his parents were quite full of a substance know as "shit" and that there is no way to tell if some higher power does or doesn't exist. And that an arguement built on using the words "faith" and "because the Bible says so" isn't exactly bulletproof...
Maybe I am totally wrong though and there is some variable that I forgot to consider. Maybe I'm right and our lives could quite possibly be totally meaningless. But humans are the only thing that hold humans in such high regard...so it seems like a sort of one sided story at this point.
Anyway, at this point I'm not desperate for simply an answer just to have something to run with. And I never liked to know ahead of time what I was getting for Christmas, so I guess being agnostic is like waiting to find out what's in that big box behind the tree that Mom's been saving for last. It could be a bicycle or it might just be a really big box of socks...in any case I might as well enjoy the little gifts until I get to see what's inside.
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p.s. looking for any Elliott Smith that I haven't already heard I came across this..."Fond Farewell" is the greatest song. I know, I know such morbid escapism seems to sort of contradict everything that I've said previously
...a day in the life.
In the midst of my getting ready for work today I was visited by some Jehovah's Witnesses asking if I knew "god" by name...why do these great opportunities for such rousing debate come at times that catch me completely off guard.
Had I not been half naked and late I still don't think I would have been able to "discuss" since they were in the process of training their 11 year old son to someday convert the heathens on his own. So basically I didn't have the balls to tell a little kid that his parents were quite full of a substance know as "shit" and that there is no way to tell if some higher power does or doesn't exist. And that an arguement built on using the words "faith" and "because the Bible says so" isn't exactly bulletproof...
Maybe I am totally wrong though and there is some variable that I forgot to consider. Maybe I'm right and our lives could quite possibly be totally meaningless. But humans are the only thing that hold humans in such high regard...so it seems like a sort of one sided story at this point.
Anyway, at this point I'm not desperate for simply an answer just to have something to run with. And I never liked to know ahead of time what I was getting for Christmas, so I guess being agnostic is like waiting to find out what's in that big box behind the tree that Mom's been saving for last. It could be a bicycle or it might just be a really big box of socks...in any case I might as well enjoy the little gifts until I get to see what's inside.
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p.s. looking for any Elliott Smith that I haven't already heard I came across this..."Fond Farewell" is the greatest song. I know, I know such morbid escapism seems to sort of contradict everything that I've said previously
I just found out that clear channel owns the filmore and the warfield in san francisco. blech. I want to email conor and bitch him out for playing there. I am going to (gasp) email you my phone number.
y.v.