For the time being I will leave religion alone while I ruminate on all the comments and re-evaluate my somewhat random thoughts on the matter.
Last night was the Night of the Demon Birds. I went to bed early, about 2 am, and the Dawn Chorus started even though it was at least 90 minutes to dawn. Tweet tweet tweet. Chirp chirp chirp. Things that sounded like flying car alarms and feathered torture victims. And the bloody wood pigeons. They are the most irritating of all especially since the radio mentioned that their call fits, syllable for syllable, with ‘she drives me crazy’ by the Fine Young Cannibals. It’s worse than Postman Pat or the Floral Dance. I’m trying to count sheep but all I see is jumping clowns.
Eight o’clock, time to get up, not a fucking peep. They are all out there on branches thinking ‘We kept him awake most of the night, let’s see if he sleeps in now we’re quiet.’
Ha! Alarm Clock 3 is the loud one with no snooze button, placed where I can’t reach it. I have no illusions about my ability to transition between sleep and wake. I can do either for a long time but changing between one and the other is the hard part.
For religion, one last poke in the eye –
And for the real people in the JW, also funny.