Something I wrote this morning
Mush-Room
By: Benjamin Sumner
In the room there were only three men, Gin, Popper, and Frank. There reasoning was simple, sit in a room and talk until one of them comes up with the meaning of life. They were soon on the topic of religion when Gin popped in with.
Gin: Why are we discussing the heaven’s when we have never seen them. What does that have to do with life?
Popper: It is a goal for life thus the meaning.
Gin: So, life is like a game? A gamble? We are to walk through the streets doing the right and honorable thing and we win?
Frank: Yes life is a game.
Gin: Then a game being a complete human term and derived from human thought. Deity is finite and therefore there is no goal to seek.
Popper: Your argument could also prove that man is infinite.
Gin: But that wouldn’t be right all.
Frank: Right….Man isn’t infinite.
This went on for days until absence entered their bellies. They pressed on for the truth.
Gin: Where is?
Popper: I don’t know.
Gin: Am I the man?
Frank: No, not without a halo.
Soon they all fell victim to their stupidity and dead.
Moral: You won’t find the meaning of life sitting in a room.
By: Benjamin Sumner
In the room there were only three men, Gin, Popper, and Frank. There reasoning was simple, sit in a room and talk until one of them comes up with the meaning of life. They were soon on the topic of religion when Gin popped in with.
Gin: Why are we discussing the heaven’s when we have never seen them. What does that have to do with life?
Popper: It is a goal for life thus the meaning.
Gin: So, life is like a game? A gamble? We are to walk through the streets doing the right and honorable thing and we win?
Frank: Yes life is a game.
Gin: Then a game being a complete human term and derived from human thought. Deity is finite and therefore there is no goal to seek.
Popper: Your argument could also prove that man is infinite.
Gin: But that wouldn’t be right all.
Frank: Right….Man isn’t infinite.
This went on for days until absence entered their bellies. They pressed on for the truth.
Gin: Where is?
Popper: I don’t know.
Gin: Am I the man?
Frank: No, not without a halo.
Soon they all fell victim to their stupidity and dead.
Moral: You won’t find the meaning of life sitting in a room.