Dingo the Dissident

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Sunday, 28 October 2012

After visiting

the local band of gentle brothers
who smoke dope together every day,
all day, and cook rude meals together
in companionable harmony,
I thought:What a pity Our Dear Lord
did not use cannabis or harmal -
thus saving (probably) this fragile world
from millennia of misery.  Such a pity
that he instead was into religiosity.

2 comments:

Jindra K. Hrdlička said...

But, isn't religion just an opium for the masses ?

Bearz said...

I don't know what Our Lord was into. I get the impression that our impression of him is conditioned by the people of the time pressing their religious shaped concerns upon him and him meeting some those concerns, but the actual man himself 'left no fingerprint' of himself, what we read in the gospels are other people's fingerprints /character. Perhaps he met people with no 'fingerprint' or need and with them he was really himself and nobody wrote that bit down because the absence of need was too difficult to write about.