While I was writing The Camerado Chronicles in the summer of 2004, I picked up The Last Temptation of Christ at a used book store, not knowing how deeply it would influence the rest of that project, nor the short story that would emerge directly from it. Here is the scene that inspired the writing … Continue reading
Ever wonderhow many sunrisesyou have left in this life?If you are thinking of a number,please,stop whatever you are doing.You are not free here.Somebody owns the name you call yourself,and it isn’t you.This is what it means to sayyour days are numbered–in truth, they are numberless.The sun never sets on you.You feel like the fulcrum of a … Continue reading
Sometimes a man rises from the supper tableand goes outside. And he keeps on goingbecause somewhere to the east there’s a church.His children bless his name as if he were dead.Another man stays at home until he dies,stays with plates and glasses.So then it is his children who go outinto the world, seeking the church … Continue reading
Eternal Life is happening to all of us, here and now. It is not a private island of fantasies to look forward to after putting up with life on earth. It is not a carrot to be dangled in front of us as a reward for good behavior or proper belief. We don’t need a … Continue reading
God is fucking God somewhere, right now, in a basement apartment on a battered fold-out couch with sweat-stained sheets and an old Amish quilt. Her lascivious moans and the rhythmic creaking of the springs permeate the paper thin walls of the universe like the primal bang that brought forth creation from her yoni. Don’t like … Continue reading
It’s simple, really: The Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil was planted in your mother’s womb. Heaven is your next mother’s womb, and yes, another Tree awaits you there as well. The game ends when you no longer have a need for Heaven, because you’ve found it Here Now.
When a righteous person dies, grown men sob like frightened babies. When a virtuous person dies, great mobs of mourners crowd around the casket, as if they want to be buried with him. When a great person dies, eloquent eulogies are delivered while entire nations watch and weep. We say things like, “He … Continue reading
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