The old concept is dead. Long live the new one.
God, what a concept.
Blaasphemy! Giant bear God in the skies is the real god and he never dies! The only way to pardon your blaasphemy is that you has to offer a sacrifice to the giant bear God. Quick, gimme all your food and I shall ensure that your sacrifice reaches him. And make it quick. He don’t likes to waits. If you is too late, he eats you!
Is a funeral service scheduled? In lieu of flowers, all donations can be made to the church of your choice.
“God is dead” Nietzsche.
God was dead, but he got better in short order: “Been there! Done that! Got the scars!”
I’m taking it well, too. Because I don’t believe that.
March 04, 2016