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Good Friday

  • Writer: davidsmith208
    davidsmith208
  • Apr 17, 2020
  • 1 min read

Good Friday

poem:

Dear God forgive all my sins and remove all my blockages and take my intentions to be sincere. NASA should take note of how one undertakes space travel just in thought. You could land and materialize on an exo-planet. If 2/3 of the people meditate then you will have more social distance and you can make it permanent. You could have the four day work week and on three you can just contemplate. Abandonment of Self and Health can be your profession at least in the morning. Your denial of death could be just to watch Annie Hall. Ernest Becker never mentioned just watching TV as a immortality solution so It must not be one. To be a higher life form you could have the capabilities of Adam. On some days the star bellied sneetches could go out and on others not. You could just put your life on hold until you get a corona pass or a Covid Passport. In the meantime you could do Simran. You could look to the space just in front of your eyeballs. You could evade the Angel of Death just by sitting in place. You could just not eat on Good Friday and live on your body fat. Pascal’s wager could just be saying five charged words in repetition until you realize your real condition. “Fasting is half of patience and patience is half of faith”

A Poem by David Smith

April 17, 2020

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