Friday, April 09, 2004

I think I got my favorite spam subject line ever - "you'll need bigger undies." Wow. So full of promise. Because they're selling something so yummy, I'm destined to gain wait? Because I'll need it to pack my mobile super teleportation unit? No. Bigger penis. Which, for those of us who wear boxers, it has little or no impact. Ass enlargement, maybe. I was thinking tonight as I drove home from Hellboy how ironic it would be if that became some new canon, some new credo, a new religion in the future. And whether or not our own canon are just that - something told to illustrate ethics, morality plays, that we have latched onto as the end of our truth. That's something that disturbs me more than anything about so called fundamentalism, of any variety, the idea that our truth is terminal, and the implicit idea that god exists in the same time frame we do. Holy-moley. A religion that denies the capacity that God exists outside our sense of time and space is one that ultimately makes a mockery of the divine. Certitude is a sure recipe for metaphysical blasphemy, our souls copping to a finite version of ourselves. 12:32:54 AM