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God, this is Jed here, asking for a little more love and the rest will be ok. I know, I know I am always asking for shit, but I deserve it as much as Dick Cheney and he gets some nice breaks in this life. I don't care if I have to have a gay daughter to get some cool stuff. I mean we would have more in common since we both would like women and stuff. I don't mind gay folks at all as long as they are not always talking about the subject and trying to convert me. While I am at it I don't mind followers of any religion as long as they don't do the same afore mentioned conversation domination. Just send more love soon please.
Amen
Jed: God here. I know it's been a while since I
really checked in. Not to say I haven't been around... because I've been around. And not to say that I haven't been checking in... because I
have been checking in. You just don't always seem to notice. There was a time when you or anybody else not noticing would have sent me off the deep end, but these days it just seems selfish to throw temper tantrums at the drop of a hat.
Love, eh? Is love really lacking in your daily diet? I thought I'd made sure to surround you with lots of it (maybe I need to check your file). Of course, I
have taken the liberty of tossing a lot of shit at your proverbial fan as well. There's a sort of Zen to this tactic: show the boy what love
isn't, and he'll be a lot more able to recognize and appreciate what love
is. It's funny though: I toss a truck load of coal on you and add a pint of diamonds, and all you worry and fret over is the coal dust dirtying your hands. You've got a pint of diamonds son!
Do you
really think old Dick is getting
all the love? (I'll have more on that in a later answer, but it's worth asking at this particular moment.) You aren't equating love with wealth are you? I hope not. Although, I guess I went and did it when I spoke of coal and diamonds--but it's such a good analogy. OK. Let's change the analogy then.
Alan Watts, in one of his trippy dippy books on Eastern philosophy and Zen, talked about the necessity of the negative space using stars in the night sky as an example. All those pretty stars are up in the sky, day and night, but you can't see them in the day time. It takes the murky blackness of a night sky to set off the twinkle and shine of the big dipper. The point is, you wouldn't really see the worth of love, the necessity of love, if you just had a big blue sky full of stars you couldn't see for all the sunshine. The Buddha learned this all on his own in a manner, growing up sheltered and all. Learned that getting right down there in all the dust and dirt was the surest way to finally come across some sort of true enlightenment, some sort of true and crazy diamond.
Jed, today, I want you to take a good, hard look at that coal pile and look for the diamonds. Look up at the sky tonight and appreciate the stars shining down on you. Take a look at your life and find all the precious instances of love shining out from all the dark spaces. Then get back to me. I'll be around. Oh, and by the way--gay folk aren't trying to convert you, Jed, not any more than you've tried to "convert" some pretty woman to follow you home a time or two or three in your life. It's a guy thing, Jed. I hard wired you all that way. Deal with it. If some man still finds you pretty enough to poke, take it as a compliment, smile, and move on.
By the way. Thanks for
the plug.
Next up: I answer the question, "can I be liberal and Christian?"
Do not despair my bleating sheep (especially you Tennessee Jed). I have questions to answer, and I would like to ruminate upon these particular queries. I know you don't have all the time in the world, but I do (a little Supreme Being humor... laugh already!). I will be with you soon.
