All I Ask Of Food Is That

There Are Many Ways Of Seeing The World. You Can Hang Upside Down From A Meteor, Volunteer To Be The Fourth Stage Of A Three-stage Rocket, Or Simply Get In A Balloon And Keep Going. But If It's Sheer, Unadulterated Discomfort You're Looking For, Just Stay On Land.

As I Work In The Afternoon On Committing To Paper Some Of My Morning's Thoughts, I Find Myself Just About To Close On The Knotty Question Of Whether Or Not I Believe In God. In Fact I Am About To Type, 'i Do Not Believe In God', When The Sky Goes Black As Ink, There Is A Thunderclap And A Huge Crash Of Thunder And A Downpour Of Epic Proportions. I Never Do Complete The Sentence.

It Was A Strange Feeling Going Into A Church I Did Not Know For A Service That I Did Not Really Believe In, But Once Inside I Couldn't Help A Feeling Of Warmth And Security. Outside There Were Wars And Road Accidents And Murders, Striptease Clubs And Battered Babies And Frayed Tempers And Unhappy Marriages And People Contemplating Suicide And Bad Jokes, But Once In St. Martin's There Was Peace. Surely People Go To Church Not To Involve Themselves In The World's Problems But To Escape From Them.

'nice' Means Nothing. Is It Someone Who Doesn't Swear And Shout? I Swear And Shout. 'nice' Sounds Ineffectual.

Listen -- Strange Women Lying In Ponds Distributing Swords Is No Basis For A System Of Government. Supreme Executive Power Derives From A Mandate From The Masses, Not From Some Farcical Aquatic Ceremony.