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Monday, December 11, 2017
The glorious ray of light!
In these terrible dark times of environmental degradation, mad, faithless leaders, and self-loathing greed run amuck, we look to God, who merely says "Play amongst yourselves."
So in between torturing and robbing and assaulting one another, we do.
And we try to be thankful nevertheless. But there is so little to be thankful for.
And then one morning we wake up and check The Champions league Draw and Real Madrid is playing PSG.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
And life is beautiful.
Amen.
Now I know you are thinking "Yes, of course this is wonderful. But doesn't one of them have to win? Won't one of them be made stronger?"
And I say:
Oh, put away your darkness! Behold joy! The loss here for either team will be hard and unremitting, an early exit, a humiliation, a condemnation, and a portent of doom. And yet what is the other team's victory? A moment, but temporary, a tiny step with all hope of doom and disaster still richly in play. A triumph made puny by the very fact that all they have done is beaten a round of 16 loser.
Oh sweet world!
That we are all going to die soon choking in our own poison is as nothing now, for Real is playing PSG!
My heart soars at the smell of blood in the water. Whose blood? Either of their blood will do.
Plus it should be a good couple of games.
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