Saturday, May 19, 2007

I see you standing outside the train station, giving out leaflets of some sort. I see you all.

Blinded by your ignorance and your zealotry, you seek to redeem me.

What irony.

Is it not enough that you believe what you believe? What compels you to try and change my mind?

Ask many people and they would groan at the chore of having to give out pamphlets or solicit donations. Yet you stand there, with fire in your eyes.

Dangerous fervor indeed.

What is it to you? Buying your way into heaven? Perhaps this is all just an organised pyramid scheme. Go forth and multiply - and spawn a new generation of evangelists of course.

More and more, exponentially, like a virus. But I grow weary of this diatribe, so I shall say just this.

I'm not a sheep, I don't need a damn shepherd.

"If you'd stop telling people it'll all be fixed when they're dead, perhaps they'll try to fix it when they're alive."

With sorrow, and mild amusement