I like the idea of Satan being gay, sensitive, and living with his lover Chris on the west side of hell. It makes me giggle and it seems plausible for some reason.
It’s Easter Sunday and I did learn one thing (other than my aunt Jackie is a cheapskate, she asked for (and received) a doggie bag at a buffet!):
That the restlessness that I feel will not be resolved until I have resolved the conflict of spirituality within me.
I realised this,of course, while watching “Jesus of Nazareth” that was showing all over tv today. But it made sense, more sense than anything else I’ve come up with recently.
When I drove from SF -> Dc, i kept seeing these blasted signs that said “I never reconsider your existence. – God.”