Just curious. Does it seem plausible to praise a god and still pass the ammunition—still kill people rather than settle differences without the firearms?
If the god is a war god, then yes.
Do you think that Christ can hum a few bars to the Ares war anthem?
You talk funny—I’m laughing. It’s possible that the one god became the concentration of Ares, Zeus, Venus, Loki, Hathor, Freya, Athena, Neptune, and lord knows who else. I mean what these many gods ruled became the jurisdiction of the one god—maybe. I’m just guessing …
So how does Christ decide which way to lean when people cart out the guns with the words “Thou shalt not kill” still echoing in their heads?
I think most people would prefer that such questions not be asked.
Probably but let’s say you walk through a wrinkle in perspective and find yourself a peace goddess. Oh just pretend for the hell of it. I’m more interested in your answer than whether or not you can see yourself as this.
Um… what was the question?
Oh—you find you’re a peace goddess and you’re happily gushing peace …
Gushing?
It’s my daydream … you’re gushing peace and a crowd rushes up and tucks a gun in your hands. What do you do?
Wish myself off the planet? I’m seeing anarchy here. In anarchy, I might grab the gun just for self defense.
You’re not in a movie. It’s anarchy. Can you shoot?
I’m a weird sort. My guess is, to defend myself, maybe not. To defend someone I love, I could be capable. I’m a fierce lover …
Then where does it all end?
Not with abolishing guns, I see. It could be a mind thing. At some time in history, someone said, wow! Look what I just made! Think I’ll use it. Whoops! He ain’t moving anymore. Neither is she! What gives? But we got used to it. I think when we want to—we’ll just change our minds and settle our differences without guns.
Like when?
Haven’t a clue … maybe never … People think there is no way that we will ever destroy our planet so we’re free to play with as many weapons as we can dream up but I tend to think—seeing how life can be capricious and surprising—the joke could well be on us.
And what will you do?
Well, nothing. I won’t exist anymore. I mean, I might but I don’t know that for sure so I don’t count on it.
Just curious. Does it seem plausible to praise a god and still pass the ammunition—still kill people rather than settle differences without the firearms? If the god is a war god, then yes.
Do you think that Christ can hum a few bars to the Ares war anthem? You talk funny—I’m laughing. It’s possible that the one god became the concentration of Ares, Zeus, Venus, Loki, Hathor, Freya, Athena, Neptune, and lord knows who else. I mean what these many gods ruled became the jurisdiction of the one god—maybe. I’m just guessing … So how does Christ decide which way to lean when people cart out the guns with the words “Thou shalt not kill” still echoing in their heads? I think most people would prefer that such questions not be asked.
Probably but let’s say you walk through a wrinkle in perspective and find yourself a peace goddess. Oh just pretend for the hell of it. I’m more interested in your answer than whether or not you can see yourself as this.
Um… what was the question? Oh—you find you’re a peace goddess and you’re happily gushing peace … Gushing? It’s my daydream … you’re gushing peace and a crowd rushes up and tucks a gun in your hands. What do you do? Wish myself off the planet? I’m seeing anarchy here. In anarchy, I might grab the gun just for self defense.
You’re not in a movie. It’s anarchy. Can you shoot? I’m a weird sort. My guess is, to defend myself, maybe not. To defend someone I love, I could be capable. I’m a fierce lover …
Then where does it all end? Not with abolishing guns, I see. It could be a mind thing. At some time in history, someone said, wow! Look what I just made! Think I’ll use it. Whoops! He ain’t moving anymore. Neither is she! What gives? But we got used to it. I think when we want to—we’ll just change our minds and settle our differences without guns. Like when? Haven’t a clue … maybe never … People think there is no way that we will ever destroy our planet so we’re free to play with as many weapons as we can dream up but I tend to think—seeing how life can be capricious and surprising—the joke could well be on us. And what will you do? Well, nothing. I won’t exist anymore. I mean, I might but I don’t know that for sure so I don’t count on it.