Talking trash with Almighty God
Ah, an additional enjoyable irreverent Mark Morford column, "How to talk trash with Almighty God."
I like a ending, after Morford blasts God for all a crap life continues to be filled with after many millenia of worship, reverence, bowing as well as scraping, as well as all that.
But you know what? It doesn't appear to matter. Mock or no mock, regard or no praise, we get nailed, over as well as over again, no make a difference what. Sickened, crushed, bloodied, heartbroken, ruined, regenerated as well as rejuvenated, usually to be ruined once again. We dump which damn ball, over as well as over again, every single day. So most for praise.
Unless ... wait, unless we've been starting about this God thing all wrong? Unless you're actually not some arrange of scowling robe-clad deity hanging out right there in a finish zone, a political rally, a mosque or church or shrine, though have been rather this arrange of indefinable sound as well as thrust as well as pulse, consistent as well as forever, emanating from as well as penetrating into all at all times everywhere? Because which would be weird.
That would mean everything, all a sound as well as death as well as joy, all a tranquillity as well as sickness as well as grief throughout time as well as eternity, they have been all just myriad expressions, facets, faces of a boundless pulse. How could which presumably be right? How can we presumably get our angry, needful, painful minds as well as hearts around that? And what have been we gonna do with all this goddamn brimstone?
