According to a legend, I was made from light laced inside an invisible strand of ether. And every time I touched the great stars in the sky my being shone and radiated, only to sprinkle gold dust everywhere.
And so were you.
According to a legend, I was made from light laced inside an invisible strand of ether. And every time I touched the great stars in the sky my being shone and radiated, only to sprinkle gold dust everywhere.
And so were you.
Let’s start a religion around this :P
Not a chance in hell. I don’t believe in organized religion.
Just don’t tell anyone. ;)
You don’t have to believe in organized religion to take advantage of it :)
I am not taking advantage of anything. I live and let live.
Although what Seneca said is true.
As human beings, we have this insatiable need to belong to something. If it’s not organised religion, it’s something else. Groups. Clubs. Book clubs even. ;) Soon, we create a religion without even realising it. :P
Haha. Yes. Book clubs. ;-)