Oh, Meunch-kin, Muench-kin. I think you should do more comedy and less tragedy. When you start to amuse yourself, then the
endorphine level rises. I think you should get the Naked Gun
series, and Hot Shots and Hot Shots part Deux. Take two of each and then call me in the morning.
Frankly, I don't think there ever was anything funnier than
Airplane. Except maybe everything Woody Allen did before he
went weird on us. But, that's me. And you're you. You have the
right not only to be silent about Woody Allen, but to make one phone call and anything you say or do can be held against you at the
Last Judgment. Unfortunately.
I would say to let go and let God help you watch the past flow away in the sea of forgetfulness. The past is what we did before we
decided not too. Period. Unless of course you were a serial killer or something. You don't seem like one, so I really wouldn't worry.
If I can be forgiven, there is hope for the very worst of the very
worst. That's all the coupon was for. One trip to the sea of
forgetfulness. The joy seems to come from the sea of forgetfulness,
but it's hard to explain. There is little joy before it, much joy after it,
so I think there must be a correlation, and none of this is very
scriptural, and the brethren might not like me making light of the matter, but I am.
Continue to be happy, Muench-kin. It wears well on you. I was reminded of a scripture regarding your post when you were running
and noticing the trees and all, and really feeling good: "Unless you become like you were as a little child, you cannot see the Kingdom of Heaven." But I didn't know if you could relate to it. Can you?
Did we really have so many thoughts, or were we just running around noticing the trees and stuff... I think so. I certainly was. I think that is one of the clues and maybe one of the warnings I was trying to communicate to you. That's all. Am I forgiven? |
