Since publishing my last post yesterday, I realize that I didn't really make clear my intent in the writing.First, with tongue-in-cheek, it was meant as ridicule of, and pointing to, the absurdity of organized religion. Somehow, I got a little carried away with the masturbation comment, not to mention giving the piece a bad title, thereby giving that part of the article the major importance. Obviously the comments, thus far, have focused on the "M" thing...which is fine, because that subject is totally ridiculous...particularly when used as a religious example of evilness. However, it wasn't meant to be the center point of the piece.
Second, it occurs to me that it may be taken that I still believe the dogma and medieval silliness that was pounded in my head at church during my youth. No. Nein. Absolutely not. I became the Southern Baptist epitome of a lost sheep, disconnected from the flock. Little did they know that I was out there doing some flocking of my own. Their effect on me and my life, was the opposite of the intended one.
Finally, please keep in mind when visiting this feeble little chunk of bloggerdom, that I am a visual artist, not a writer...even though I pretend otherwise. Which is why I post lots of pretty pictures...such as the one above.
DID YOU SET BACK YOUR CLOCKS? NO EXCUSES FOR BEING LATE TOMORROW...SINNERS!
That's right isn't it? Spring back, Fall forward? Right?
Painting by: Jheronimus Bosch - Titled, The Last Judgement
