if thats the way it is, than thats the way it is

reading the holy word of god into a tape recorder for 12 hours at a time will make you at once dizzy and forgetful. you'll find yourself blinded by the words and lost to the meaning, the meaning already purposely obscured. oh how the path glistens, ascending and than falling off into a celestial pot of gold. but why bother the ascent or the fall, if the shortest distance is a straight line. why not just hire a band of thugs and go plunder the glowing pot of salvation? transcendent pirates, shown the utmost deference in heaven and hell, but allowed in neither. firmly grounded philosoph warriors, never to be buried or rudely snuffed out in a spurt of flame as the illfated moth.