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It's been warm and windy and sunny all day and it's like I got the santa annas for my birthday. Of course, here it only means that a storm blowing in. The wet kind, not a firestorm, which is much more exciting.
Ever since I gave up on god and just acknowledging and respecting the universe for what it is, an improbable, life sustaining "god" in its own right, weather patterns have sorta kicked me favors. Two Christmases ago, I thought it would be great if I could wear flip flops and a sundress and maybe have a beach blanket party. So I put in a christmas wish to...the sun(?) the atmosphere(?) whatever forces decide these things and (guess what!) on christmas day, as if by magic, it's 90 degrees and we got drunk on the beach in santa monica that night.
Maybe the gods of the ancients were just that, but personified. Who is to say that the earth and the sun are not gods in and of themselves. They're not magical, but the collective "we" used to think they were. The benefit to this theory is that the earth and the sun and the universe are real. You're standing on it and your very existence depends on it. If that's not god, what is? Gods are not bulls or composites or prophets or scandalous incestuous families or old men with beards. Religion is mankind giving their species way too much credit.
We exist in a universe which is so improbable that anything is possible. Maybe the long, dark teatime of the soul model is correct. Maybe santa claus exists because a million children believe him into existence every year. He is old, immortal, a kindly benefactor whom adults reject and intercept their kids' letters and handle gifting themselves. And since the commercialization of christmas puts a HUGE dent in his annual workload, I like to imagine that he anonymously donates to children's charities and occasionally pulls some strings to make a sunny day for a little girl in Los Angeles with the winter blues.
Ever since I gave up on god and just acknowledging and respecting the universe for what it is, an improbable, life sustaining "god" in its own right, weather patterns have sorta kicked me favors. Two Christmases ago, I thought it would be great if I could wear flip flops and a sundress and maybe have a beach blanket party. So I put in a christmas wish to...the sun(?) the atmosphere(?) whatever forces decide these things and (guess what!) on christmas day, as if by magic, it's 90 degrees and we got drunk on the beach in santa monica that night.
Maybe the gods of the ancients were just that, but personified. Who is to say that the earth and the sun are not gods in and of themselves. They're not magical, but the collective "we" used to think they were. The benefit to this theory is that the earth and the sun and the universe are real. You're standing on it and your very existence depends on it. If that's not god, what is? Gods are not bulls or composites or prophets or scandalous incestuous families or old men with beards. Religion is mankind giving their species way too much credit.
We exist in a universe which is so improbable that anything is possible. Maybe the long, dark teatime of the soul model is correct. Maybe santa claus exists because a million children believe him into existence every year. He is old, immortal, a kindly benefactor whom adults reject and intercept their kids' letters and handle gifting themselves. And since the commercialization of christmas puts a HUGE dent in his annual workload, I like to imagine that he anonymously donates to children's charities and occasionally pulls some strings to make a sunny day for a little girl in Los Angeles with the winter blues.