Saturday, September 27, 2014

An atheist monk's prayer.

We are a nation of Atheist monks only pretending to know Jesus.
Me, I'm just learning to fit in.
I have stuff now. It's great. It means I exist.
My existence is made tangible, apprehensible. I am knowable to others by the quality and form of my possessions.
I have furniture I don't even use. It's just there to fill the empty space.
The empty space that was in my soul is now physical volume, and can be filled with stuff.
Stuff is like food. You fill up on it and you're satisfied for a while.
When the pangs return you take another meal. Stuff is food for the soul.
And only stuff guarantees a modicum of afterlife, for we live on in the form of our estates.