AGAINST AN ENDLESS BRICK WALL
there sometimes comes a moment of Truth when you realise that as good as it feels to waste your life in this manner there are other fields, other worlds, and other arrogant
dupes Experts to confront.
Ignore them. Life is for the living, and as it says in their own ‘Good’ Book*
“Let the dead bury their dead”
For myself I do not fear death. Possibly because I’ve lived a long and fruitless (sometimes quite debauched) (boom boom!) life and am in all respects ready to meet my maker. Or not—
“Hmmmm … yes, Argus?”
“If you exist, will you please grant me the honour of an interview before firing me down to Hel—”
“You’re already booked in Argus. But yes, we can meet—although I know everything you are going to say—”
“Oops. Omniscience, I’d forgotten about that. Bugger—”
“—and reserved a seat for you at my own table.”
“You, and just a few others, at least are honest. But then, I knew that before I created you and anything else …”
“You’re good like that, Sir—”
“Don’t flatter me, Argie. It ill becomes you.”
“Stating a fact, Sir. In many—if not all—other ways you are an absolute unscrupulous basta—”
“That’s enough, Dog. Point taken. Let’s keep it civil until we meet.”
Yeah, God knows. And He still has some explaining to do … but if I do have to meet my maker face to face when I have crossed the bar I bet I’ll fare a damned sight better than many of the ultra devout arrogant smug mindless automaton Christians**.
* Yes, I’ll admit to having read from it. I’m no expert, thank God.
** May they be endlessly ‘born again’ — at least until they see undefined Reality.