It's already been a year alright. What more could the year possibly want with us? What in tarnation are the folks out there zombie-walking through their routine with dead grey eyes actually pontificating at? Do they think? They are all driving 30 km/h on the 50 km/h roads. I continually holler obscenities and libels and can only hope the Good Sovereign Lord might forgive a feeble old amateur lost in a word whose condition is Maya, the infinite labyrinth with moving parts and the great many occluding veils also. A world where nothing is any longer set down where it once was. Dementia has no choice. It is called after and called for. Has the little organ in the brain that does critical thinking atrophied at the scale of civilization itself...incomprehensible though troubling is this notion of civilization because it is an abstract concept and anybody can do any damn ring-a-ding thing they want to with it, like the white nationalist eugenicist Europeans who went to South America believing they would be White Gods ruling over a Divine Kingdom and who would mainly just go mad and die in the jungles, sort of like the colony collapse syndrome depicted a little ways into Terrence Malick's unconscionably lengthy New World (2005). Does everybody here today remember the story of Job as related in the Bible? Job goes through unimaginable suffering, right? Why? God has to prove a point to a rogue angel. So what does that mean? It means Job has to go through the very worst suffering that God is able to visit upon him. It's the absolute summit of suffering. What is being tested? The insanity and stupidity of Job's faith in God. This is the ultimate point of the rogue angel. The people around him and the broader general public assumed that the unspeakably awful nature of the punishment inflicted upon him by God meant Job had to have done something of the very worst order, although we don't have much evidence of the conjectures that were floating about back then, clandestine as such matters have a grievous tendency to be. I believe God saw a transformation in Job and believed it had all been for the better, as this was a much-humbled spiritual supplicant who had become much better at discussing his feelings in detail and who could withstand the intense pressures of extended solitude with relative ease. Grist for the therapy mill. Hey, don't knock it until you've tried it. Everybody in a desperate condition of economic precarity, living paycheck to paycheck or much, much worse, is one catastrophic planetary event away from becoming a flesh-eating zombie of the genre movie variety. Also, it's naturally worth considering what the collapse of electrical grids will do to people and other organisms. Will it be like the decompression and disequilibrium of the zombie office-denizens with suits stumbling through hallways en masse late in Godard's Alphaville (1965)? Will it be like Don DeLillo's short and swift 2020 novel The Silence? All I can say is yikes. So much for majestic vistas, folks. My final thought for this year's Easter sermon: you want a conscientious rather than a sadistic and unseemly executioner because, for one thing, you want him to do the actual severing of the head smoothly and without issue...and you certainly don't want him drawing the thing out unnecessarily for his own aberrant amusement.
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