My favorite city in all the world is Paris, and at every opportunity, I go there. If it is Heaven you dream about, that you hope for, why not get along there now, why live on amongst all the evil around you? Could it be that you really aren't altogether certain that such a thing as Heaven, or Hell, exists? Across nearly all of my years on this little blue rock I have not believed in Hell or Heaven or the Easter Bunny, and I relish my rich and unendingly awarding life. But so many devout Christians keep in their satchel of gods and demons and ghosts constant assurance that in Heaven their miserable lives will be swell and sweet and, though each one of them is merely one of the billions of human creatures, a seat next to God. I would beg you to live on, to remain among us till your clock ticks your goodbye, but, truly, the Heaven-thing is a puzzle to me. If it were Paris, and if I were not on tour across North America, I would shag my youknowwhat to JFK by afternoon.
2007-06-09
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