There is a mental state
I strive to achieve a homeostatic state a humming a lull like those alpha wave tapes they sold in the 60's
I need to hear that in my head all day. Instead of the clanging of my thoughts and the clashing of my
wants versus what I should do need to do and the sad, bright violins from "Sunshine" so melancholy
so consistent that remind me how it is not to have anyone understand
The Papal's Choice thanks to kdot for this cute play on words
Okay... so all of this Pope selection stuff, is moving me further away from the Catholic church. I didn't think it was possible to move FURTHER away after the countless tales of Catholic priests and little boys. But all of this mysticism, 9 day mournings, white smoke - black smoke ballots, secret caucuses, burning of private memoirs, 18 minutes to appearance in the window... HERE IN THE 21st CENTURY... is buggin me out. It sounds more like voodoo to me than anything else.
Here's how the first papal election went down:
Jesus: Hey Peter... Peter: Yes, Jesus? Jesus: You're the rock. And upon you I'll build my church. Okay? Peter: Wow... okay... I'll do my best Jesus. Jesus: I believe in you. *apostolic handshake/pound exchanged*
So.... where did we get white smoke black smoke, etc. from? Humans are crazy. We're always trying to assign this surreal craziness to everything we don't understand. Trying to miracl-ize everything so that we don't have to explain it. God made it that way. Yeah? well guess what... he made EVERYTHING. Even the stuff we think we can explain away.
