The Parable of the Cows

Everyday
Year after year
Generation after generation
The cows
Walk up the ramp
And through the swinging doors. Read on…
Everyday
Year after year
Generation after generation
The cows
Walk up the ramp
And through the swinging doors. Read on…
The atheist agnostic mystic
free-thinker fundamentalist Episcopalian
heretic Buddhist fire-
eyed Muslim ritual-incensed Catholic Read on…
Must sins be cleansed?
First, by apostolic decree
then by nailing men to trees.
Read on…
I’m really not sure how much time has passed since my arrest. The holographic calendar in my cell blinked its final rollover long ago. I can’t even derive an estimate by counting the lines on the back of my hands. But that’s the price you pay for reclamation. You grow up, you go through the chaos of puberty to reach young adulthood, but then you stop—never aging, never dying, until that which was lost is found. Read on…
The Economist Magazine reports this morning that the number of people who identify as Atheists in the United States population has grown five-fold in the last five years. They derived this information from a Gallup poll which reinforces a year-old Pew survey, the latest in a series of such polls taken over the years. Read on…
They tell me their secrets,
they feed me their sins;
they come seeking solace
and the assurance that they
are not beyond redemption. Read on…
Non nostrum inter vos tantas componere lites.
–Vergil, Eclogues
FIRST SHEPHERD:
We meet again upon this hill
but now we climb it with a will,
when only last time, when we met,
our breath was easier to get. Read on…
People like him never belong.
Like the gargantuan, elephantine,
gothic chick, that no one is asking
to the prom, he spends his nights alone, Read on…
“Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able? Then he is not omnipotent. Is he able, but not willing? Then he is malevolent. Is he both able and willing? Then whence cometh evil? Is he neither able nor willing? Then why call him God?”
–Epicurus Read on…
“Give me Liberty or give me Death!”
Reads the bumper sticker on Bobby’s f-250.
Ironically, as he drives to work at 6:30 am
he is oblivious to his own indentured servitude. Read on…