In a cave in my head
As it was ash wednesday yesterday, noted by all the people I saw walking around campus with gray marks on their foreheads. I couldn't help but notice the incessant need to mark yourself for heaven but I guess thats because I'm a savage. In any case I guess my thoughts carried on into my dreams last night. I was in a service at a church but went back behind the altar to a hallway that turned into just jagged rocks and entered into a cave setting much like Zion(minus the sweat-dripping dread locks flying around headbang style) where people were drinking, smoking,and eating pizza(?). The complexities go on from there as my head gets fuzzy from trying to remember everything.
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all I have to say is that if there is a heaven and that heaven doesn't have drinking, smoking and pizza, then thats not the heaven I wanna be in. How can someone be eternally happy without pizza?
The cave of your mind? Old Socrates over here (actually we encourage Jeff's philosophy)...Mom and Dad, I'd appreciate it if you'd shut your yappers!
I wouldn't call it "marking yourself for heaven." The point is simply to connect to your very short, very small physical existence. From a service I remember, while anointing you, they say "From dust you came and from dust you shall return." I happen to like it, above most other Catholic traditions -- brings you down to Earth in terms of your significance. Regretably I didn't get ashes this year but me and Jesus are still cool. I like the Zion cave dream.
-Pip
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