Diva For Today: Jill Bolte Taylor

Happy New Year, all.

I keep slipping in and out of blogland,

and this doesn't make me happy.

If I'm not blogging, that means I'm over extended somewhere else.

Not a good thing.

Today, I heard this TED talk, and it blew me away.

This woman is a diva, and what she's talking about

could change the world,

if we dare let it.

I also tend to think that what she's talking about is what is wrong with the world:

we're too left brained,

overburdened too with being linear and logical.

So we short circuit.

Listen to what this wonderful woman,

and hear her solution:

Don't Know Much About Money . . . . (Breaking Even)

I never won at the game of Monopoly

and at Life, I always

broke even,

But that is, after all,

all we really need to do,

isn't it? 

:

square our debts

before we die,

love our friends

and family

unselfishly, and hopefully,

receive equal love in return.

What more can we give and take

during our time on this domain?

( museumofplay )

Obviously, for a long time, some people in this world have opted to give

and take

a hell of a lot more than that.

This morning, right after I heard a brief accounting of 

yesterday's trepidatious Wall Street plummet,

NPR broadcast a story about 

The State of the Economy in Spain:

Flat Line.

The juxtaposition of these two stories might cause 

a listener to conclude one of three things.

Well, actually, one might take the stance, 

Well, I have a job (trust fund, unemployment, disability, healthy retirement, etc. . . )

so this has nothing to do with me.

OR 

one might conclude one of the following three things:

1.  Sure it's bad here, but it could be worse; it could be Spain.

or

2.  Sure it's bad here, and hold on tight, it can get worse; look at Spain.

or

3. We are in a global crisis and it's not anywhere near over yet,

and it might look pretty dismal everywhere

before it ends.

I will preface the following contemplation by saying

I am NOT an Economist.

I sincerely do NOT understand Wall Street or High Finance,

and I should probably keep my mouth shut, my pen still,

and leave this type of blogging to those who really know

what they are talking about.

I should, but I won't.  After all, the economists of the world

are not doing a very good job of fixing things,

so what the heck, why shouldn't I take a stab at it?

~ * ~

My overall observation and conclusion is that this is a global crisis, and we

have to stop sticking our fingers in our ears and singing loud.   

What is happening in Spain is impacted by what happens in the USA,

and visa versa.  In other words, there are Macro forces at work

that span beyond nations.  In the 21st Century, where someone

in India can read my words seconds after I press "POST", we have to begin

thinking of things in global terms.  I suspect economists know this, and they are working

on refining equations and strategies for balancing global economies

and crises, but it's a relatively new field, and while they are probably 

silently trying to make deals and fix things, national economies are

Titanicking.

( 24flinching )

And the suffering occurs most visibly locally.

"Locally" in this schema, can include "nationally;" however,

I'm guessing that in the next 100 years (or maybe just 50)

the notion of the sovereign nation state will lose its solvency,

and it will go the same route as feudalism, monarchy, empire

and other antiquated forms of dividing and ruling territory.

As they say in the NPR story on Spain,

it's the middle ground, the middle class, that is disappearing,

and that is, in this shifting global economic topography,

equivalent to national power.

In this emerging global economy, while the notion of nations loses relevance,

the more Micro notion of the "local" will return to currency.

Unfortunately, as the Macro has evolved as a dominant force,

the local has taken a terrific beating.  Consider this: in the USA, first

the Big Box stores put local merchants out of business; now it's interesting to note

that the Big Box stores are being conquered by online stores.

( Time-Moneyland )

Simultaneously, it appears to me, that (for instance)

that local Mom n' Pop store with the fabulous apple butter they make

from the apples picked in their orchard is becoming more appealing

to us (in the USA in particular, though this may be true elsewhere,

as well) again, because

a.) we know those people; they lost their other job, just like we did;

b.) we know their apples and their orchard.  We used to play in it

when we were kids, and in fact, our son now helps pick those apples;

c.) we trust them;

and

d.) it may even help us, especially since I just invented a new form

of apple peeler made out of old tin cans that Mom n Pop

love to use -- they even sell it in their shop!

What's even better is the butter could also be sold on line,

if Mom and Pop are computer proficient.  If not,

the neighbor can send their son over and help them;

he's a whiz at computers.

( dianasaurdishes )

My own humble solution to our current crisis, then, is simple:

Leave the messes of the world to world leaders, and

Buy Locally.

Do what you can to make sure your neighbors have jobs. 

Support their stores and talents.  This means, among other things,

that we needn't push every kid to go to college: if he's a mechanic,

celebrate his talents, take your car to him, and pay him well if he fixes it well.

If she really does fingernails well, go get your nails done!  And if that

far-sighted child with the thick glasses is really smart,

celebrate her, encourage him, educate them, 

and don't hold them back if they opt to develop their skills

someplace else.  

They will come home to you again.

They may even decide to stay home if they can see

that helping at home can ultimately

help everyone.

In this Micro-Macro vision, 

the Micro (the local) is everything you can walk to or ride a bike to,

and the Macro is everything you can find on your computer,

which is pretty much everything.

And there is a fluidity between the two.

~ * ~ * ~

Well, I suppose this is a pretty naive response to a major economic catastrophe,

but it's the meager thought I had 

while I listened to the radio this morning.

And it's not original.  Just do a Google search on "buy local"

and you'll find others who agree.

I am no fool: I know that neither I alone,

nor you alone,

nor Barack Obama alone,

nor Anyone Else alone

can save the world from Eternal Financial Damnation,

but 

we can each try our damnedest to make sure

our neighbors and friends and family members have a roof over their heads,

companionship,

self-respect,

and dinner tonight.

That we can do.

And I dare say if everyone took responsibility for that, well, 

perhaps we could turn this economic disaster

into lemonade

or apple butter.

After all, when it all comes right down to it,

when we reach our final moments

here in this earthly life,

we will probably be most satisfied if we each can say

we broke even.

(rat-race-escape-artists )

SUMMER FEAST FOR THE SOUL: Being Spiritual in the Age of the Cyborg

( sk8rrbol )

There is a message

on this blog,

on which I am consistent,

and it is a message about change

-- the dramatic change that I do feel we are all facing --

and an appropriate way to face it.

Humanity is changing so rapidly

right now,

we're going crazy.

Reality is shifting faster

than I can type this posting,

and faster

than you can read it.

Technology is overtaking us;

we can do with technology now things that

our bodies could not do in a lifetime;

we can use technology

to fix our bodies. 

We are living in the age of the cyborg.

( danpankraz )

Furthermore,
we are in
The Age of The Grid:

this is

a time when we can all be

in the same place, at the same time:

the same place,

(as long as we redefine "place"

as where we are in our minds)

at the same time.

Bottom line.

You know it and I know it.

People can play in Second Life

with folks on the other side of the world,

just as long as we agree to be there

at the same time;

people can blog about the problems they have

with their cars

as long as they agree to be on a car blog

at the same time;

people can do a number of things,

both licit and illicit,

with strangers,

all at the same time,

if we all agree to be here at the same time.

All you have to do is make sure you turn on your computer

at the same time I do, 

and I'm there,  as are you

along with

 several other hundreds of thousands of people

in the world.

Therefore,

the internet could be used

to unite humans

under one purpose--

All we'd have to do

is agree

to turn it on

and let it dictate where our mind is at

at the same time.

And humanity would be joined

in one spirit,

in whatever spirit

the people who commandeer the computers

put us in.

Isn't that funky?

Isn't that scary and wonderful?

This would be most wonderful if the spirit

we joined in were to be one

of cooperation and love.

This would also be wonderful if the spirit

we joined in were to be one

of spiritual growth and harmony.

Crazy right?

Well, here's a link to a group that is trying to do

precisely that:

I'm going to do it.

How about you?

Kutiman

If you haven't figured it out by now,

I am deeply inspired

by the internet's ability

to bridge differences,

and to facilitate collective artwork

that allows each individual to maintain

a shred of uniqueness.

It's most intriguing on the impact of this on music.

Here is my latest find in that regard --

Kutiman --

check it out; haven't much else to say about it.

(with gratitude to Dangerous Minds

for turning me on to this.)

Long Play

So,

please don't

be upset with me --

(I suspect you'll be relieved)

this is no intense

essay on the meaning of life, the world,

and everything.

I call those "channellings",

and this is not one

of them.

I am certain I lose readers when I do those channellings

those long,

long riffs -- and I'm grateful to those of you

who remain with me.

They're getting harder to do,

because what was meant to be said

in them,

has been said.

For the most part.
(But there may be more to come --
it's not something I have a terrific amount of control
over.)

For now, all I'm going to say

is that we should all learn to love life,

now, peacefully,

if we want to keep living life

as we know it.

That's all we can do.

happybirthdaypeace

So, in my own attempt

to learn to live life fully and happily

every single fucking lonely day

I decided to do a cleaning out of my stuff.

My goal:

to make sure that everything in my current house

is something I actually use and/or can use

in the near future.

Otherwise,

it's getting thrown out.

insideoscal

You see, I've moved so very much,

and accumulated stuff

all along the way,

and I've actually moved old stuff with me.

I'm talking old stuff, 

like this 30+ year old Sony TV

sitting behind me at this very moment.

It was always a good TV,

and it worked right up until

the change from switch

from analog to digital.

I'm bound and determined

to get it working this summer,

and I will.

The other thing I've carried around with me

-- also a Sony --

is a turntable,

that I bought in about

1983.

Seriously.

I've been absolutely convinced that

I would one day again

use it to

play the two boxes of albums I've also been carrying around with me

for the past thirty years,

or so.

Well, in my current abode, I have a room

that needs to be furnished,

and all my spare furniture includes

an old TV and my turntable,

and two boxes of albums.

hanskesteloo

So this past week I finally did it,

I went out to the nearby Radio Shack and bought

a receiver and speakers.

I took the first receive back
(I think it was a Panasonic):
it was a nightmare to set up and figure out,

and when I did figure it out,

I could not get either my turntable or my iPod

to work with it.

There I was: I had paid $200 dollars for this sucker,

and I was already thinking about the other components
I would have to buy to get it
to make due;

and then I got furious at my self: 

Why make due?  Why keep some crappy piece of equipment

that probably won't last even half

as long as my Sonys?

And I took it back,

and got

another receiver -
this one is a Sherwood -
that

not only plays my iPod, but also

my nearly 30 year old Sony turntable

is currently working as well as it ever did,

and me,

I'm a happy woman, listening to my old

Ricki Lee Jones collection,

and feeling like I found

a part of me again.

Channelling: When Divided Time Meets No Time

(Preface: I don't know where this message came from.  If you can get through it,
and understand it, well,
I'll give you a piece of chocolate)

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You see, in the New Age,

we will have to recognize and accept,

and forgive

the fact we are not one and never will be one --

we are parts, equal parts of a Whole, for sure,

but not One,

for God is the One.

It's impossible for us

to be one,

because we are all separate yet equal,

                                   different

parts of the whole that The One

produced

for the sole intent 

of being able to see                           

itself    . .  .  . . 

you see

this is what 2012 is:

it is                    

the year of the palindrome:

it is the year when

the Divided Self perceives the United Self, wholly, finally.

And Vise Versa.

 apod May 6 2011

As I said last week, how long can it take

for the Singular God (aka: the United Self)  to perceive 

its own Creation (aka: the Divided Self)

in all its parts?

Well, if you're on God's side 

of the mirror,

it takes an

unmeasurable instant

for the One to perceive 

its mirror image,

in all its disparate,

hopefully beautiful

parts.

But that instant

in Timeless Time

is an eternity on our side of the mirror --

paintingsilove

So anyway,

in the year of the palindrome,

God  (which is the linguistic placeholder

in our language used

to represent The Nothing Out of Which We All Came)

will have formed a conclusion

on what s/he thinks about the state

of her/his creation. 

                             (I hope you can follow what I'm saying)

I'm saying that by

12212012, D.T. (Divided, human time)

we, dear humans, will reach

the juncture at which 

the amount of time it takes the Creator to perceive It's Creation

intersects

with the numerical system we use to count the time.

That juncture, by the way,

can be best represented like this:

and that symbol,

dear friends,

is as much representational

as it is abstract.

Abstractly,

it is a number to indicate

no number:

the double zero,

so

to

speak.  And it is also representational 

(graphic):

it performs on the page

the intersection we

are about to experience.

The best way to describe it is an eclipse.

Now, we know about

Lunar Eclipses

boston.com

which occur when we, the earth that guides the moon

on its whirling, twirling path

stand directly in the way

of the moon's view of the sun.

It's an alignment that occurs because of a series of revolves

within revolves.

And then there are Solar Eclipses:

nationalgeographic


. and then there's something else,
that many people have speculated about:

infinitelymystical

 The eclipse we will encounter in a year or two
is much greater than the others,
it is the eclipse of one celestial habitation
as it comes in direct
alginment
with the larger force that it encircles,
and that keeps the celestial habitation
in motion,
just like the earth keeps the moon
in motion.

If you can foollow this,
then perhaps you'll be able to see
what I'm trying to say:

at this fabulous intersection,
all of creation (all of which exists
within the realm of Divided Time)
will be eclipsed by the force
that we call god,
and we
here on earth
will be in a position
where we will be gazing in
to God's eye,
as if gazing lengthwise along through the expanse
of the palindrome
of infinity.

And as with any eclipse
of the small
with the larger,
the smaller (we) will be able to see
the outline of the larger
around the the edges of the celestial bodies
between us.


~ ~ ~

The thing is:

the Unknown and Unknowable contains
the very force that produced
US,
and, well, we're about to have a good look at each other.

~ ~ ~ ~

And since we are, in essence,
a product of It, well,
the Unknown, the Unknowable, the Vast Emptyness
That is Everything Other Than Us
(let's just call that God, for the lack
of a better word),
so when God encounters us,
it will look upon us a bit
like a father looks at a son.  And if
S/He is not pleased
with what it sees,
well,
we may be screwed.

We are, after all,
just a product of division.

Yes.

For the One to Produce Many,
it must Divide.

Because one
cannot produce another one,
and remain the Only One.  No;
at that point when One becomes Two
it inevitably also become Three and Four and
on to Eternity

which is
12212012
or thereabouts.

Now,
the actual period of time
in our time
which summarizes
and translates the amount of time
that it takes NoTime to react to its perception of
All Time
is approxiamately four days,
give or take an hour or two,
and that four day juncture
that includes 12212012
will be kind of rough,
because for a brief
period of time,
when No Time meets All Time
we'll be in a state of,
well,
Frozen Time,
and there won't be much
we'll be able to do  about it,
except wait,
and it will seem like an eternity,
but it will really only be
four days,
give or take a minute or two,
and when
the big that after The Four Days occurs,
well,
we'll know the outcome
of the encounter of the All and Its Reproduction (aka US),
and those of us who survive
the intense interrogation
of Self against Self,

 will be in a time beyond eternity,
and in that time,
we'll finally realize
how insignificant
                   significance
really is.

The Scholar: A Channelling

. . . . and so it begins

the horrendous roller coaster 

treadmill of the academic

year

Some people think college professors

have it made,

but honestly

these days

that isn't true.

( Shelah )

Of course, there are those 

tenured faculty, who

admired what appeared to be the easy life

of their 

English Professor,

in the 1970's,

and perhaps it was 

easy

in its way.

But like a child who admires his father's

authority,

the students who envisions and envies

his professor's 

solitary ease,

imitates it, and 

imitates it with exaggeration.

After all, the child doesn't see the work

that goes into 

apparent ease.

So, yes, there are

professors today

who are very, very

lazy, and then

there are those who do

their jobs, which means

when September hits, so too does their

4-4 or 5-5

teaching load

hit

the fan and splatter

and so begins. . . 

the meetings and the committees and

the papers and the

                  Task Forces

designed by administrators

with literature Ph.D.s 

who are either more cunning

or more beguiling

or more corrupt

than the menial faculty.

And the duties they design

so urgently 

will become passe

when they move away

in a year or two

to a seaside experimental College

not too far from Berkeley.

( Bowman )

Yes, so it begins,

and I 

a faculty 

member

spawned by hardworking mentors

begin my struggle:

my mind gets cluttered

with a multitude of tasks

designed to appeal

to my well-meaninged

intentions,

designed to quell my cantankarous

ruminations.

All week long I trudge

from day to day 

from paper, to paper,

pursuing these days

when my brain, so full

of mutterings

can spill

on this miserable page.

With a little help

from my friends, I squeeze

the chatter 

into oblivion, for a time

when time gallops

forward, and so does

my pen, just barely

fast enough

to capture the moaning voices

of captives in my head

my head

the cave

the cave

where perhaps exists a

universe just like

the one we live in,

and the great mind 

that fashions the wheel

that spins around a glowing

center in this world

is mine.  And somewhere

on a planet circling that star

in my mind

                                         lives me, struggling to see

                                 the meaning of it all.

The savior of the world

in my own mind is me,

and if I can just be true

to me

everything will be all right.

 - - - ) ) ) ( ( ( - - -

This is where the current 

academy

comes in:

it is designed to detain

the minds of men

and women

from themselves.

It was designed by men

living inside their own heads

100 years or so

ago,

and it worked for awhile,

But not anymore, as the 

master brain evolves to meet

the God-Brain,

the ways of that mind

that Old old mind

will no longer fit the bill.

Jesus will come as the scholar

in the 4 days of the grid,

in the

Age of the Grid

at the exact

point of juncture

where & when

women &  men

realize

The Messiah is the mind that

unites us,

the point

of agreement

and acceptance

and forgiveness.

It's so easy

that it's hard, the hardest

thing in the world

to do.

( spanblog )

Most people would just

laugh

and say:

it's the stupidest

most asinine

idea, and no way

could it happen:

what could happen:

humans would advance to the point

where they could all

we could all 

just look each other

in the eye

and just

stop

fighting

              just

stop

demanding

notoreity

or equality,

because

If we all stopped fighting,

stopped hating,

started communicating

we'd all be equal.

That's right:

suddenly,

we would all

be

equal.

Jesus will come as the Scholar

in the 4 Days of the Grid:

in earlier entries

I've contemplated

who Jesus was

       or is,

and mostly,

what the Grid is,

but have I spoken of the scholar?

The scholar is the greatest

any man can be,

recognizing that scholar

-ship

means reaching the highest

intellectual potential

one can reach

on the subject that one

is born to be best at;

therefore;

one can be a scholar

in their taxi, or a

scholar delivering mail,

or a scholar

teaching infants,

or a scholar

in jail.

 Just as long as the mind

that God gave you,

that absolute 

 organ

made in His likeness,

just as long as you are true

to its greatest potential,

you, too,

                are part of

Jesus rising. 

- - - ( ( ( ) ) ) - - -

Jesus will come again

as the Scholar

to the scholars

when the 4 points unite:

the East

the West

the North

the South

at the moment of the juncture

when the eye of God

gazes directly

at the mind of Man

through the only aperture

in the heavens

that makes this possible:

by the way,

it's a mirror

in the mind

of God:

that's the ticket,

that's the 2-way street,

the moment of Reflective Practice

when God reflects 

on himself:

and when he does, we

are the image he sees:

We happy Three

We Trinity.

( lovezanedale )

Is this a joke?

Is this a drug induced

harangue?

Or is it

a channelling,

a message

from the galaxy

inside of me

that is really

my point of entry to

the entirety

of the almighty.

Don't think too hard.

Just ride that trai

and if you fall off,

don't fret

there's always another.

But if you're wondering the date and time

of this miraculous

mirror gazing:

it would be

some time in the 12th month

of the year

2012.

Grids, Maps & Second Life

The idea of 

The Grid

is a recurrent theme in this blog,

and this is because of a message

that I received about six years ago,

while I was sleeping. 

I've had trouble 

ignoring that message ever since.
It went like this:

"Jesus will come as the Scholar in the Four Days of the Grid"

Yeah, that was the message.  

I detail the circumstances 

of its delivery

in earlier entries (especially here), so I'm not going to do that here.

At this point,

you can either decide

that this Makropoulos chick is just a little too nuts for you,

and move on to the next blog.

If you do, thanks for stopping by!

But the message may linger in your mind,

as it has in mine.

In fact, many of my entries here

fixate, either directly or remotely

on the challenge of untangling that message,

word for word,

and that's what this entry will do again,

with special attention

to the idea of The Grid

1.

The reason I'm thinking about Grids is because, last week, 

I dared to take a stroll in the world of Second Life.

As aggravating as I found Second Life to be, I also think 

its theory and potential are fascinating, and this

allure has been enhanced as I've come to understand,

this week, that the basis of all creation in Second Life

is the Second Life Grid:

~~

Now,

grids are the scaffolding upon which 

almost all acts of artistic representation and creation

are built.  How many of you learned to draw a person 

like this:

( drawsketchabout )

~~~

The other day, I was looking at some pictures of very early maps,

and I thought to myself: well look at that, we've been using 

grids for a heck of a long time to draw maps, as well:

(Yu Ji Tu Map of the tracks of Yu Gong, 1137 -

wikipedia on cartography )

( Tabula Rogeriana  by Muhammed al-Idrisi (1154) )

( 15th Century depiction of

Ptolemy's Geographia - 2 A.D. )

In fact, it was Ptolemy who, back in 2 A.D., came up with this

still very useful notion of latitude and longitude, and what is that but an

acknowledgement that we can perceive of the world by imagining it

as being embraced by a giant grid.  Ptolemy, by the way, knew that

the world was round (and still is).

It was actually some of the navel-gazing generations that followed him

that sort of lost sight of that fact.

So essentially, Ptolemy, in developing 

those elegant "l"s (latitude & longitude), developed an 

intellectual technology

to help in both perceiving and reproducing

an entity.

That intellectual technology works in conjunction

with the imagination to help us extend

the limited scope of our eyes.

2.

Forty years ago,  the city I was living in

was available,

in book form,

and each page of that book

focused on one section

of a grid in the map of my city.

I loved that book;

I would look at those different pages

for hours on end,

memorizing the streets 

in my neighborhood,

then turning the page to see

how they changed in the next neighborhood.

I learned my city that way.

( greatfallsmt )

In our lives, we can live in

one square of a grid

and get to know it very well

or we can get to know it

well enough,

and move to another square,

and ultimately

(and ideally)

look for the points of

connection

between the squares.

This is how we get the bigger picture.

Maps

rely on grids to help represent 

physically

the experience of hovering 

over and seeing

those interconnections:

( commondale )

The problem with maps like these is that
they exist on one dimension.
Map makers over time
have attempted to add
a second dimension
with drawings that indicated
either elevations in the land
or human monuments:

( pictoralmaps )

They still relied on grids!


3.
Perhaps the most
significant artistic development
in extending our perception of grids
while also refining our ability
to reproduce reality accurately
was the development of
perspective drawing, and the concept of the
vanishing point

( mathforum )

Fundamentally, the vanishing point
is the artistic expression
of the limitations of
a single glance.
 

Think about it this way:
it's as if the bird hovering over the one dimensional map
landed on one of those roads, and looked
down its length;
the vanishing point is the place where
the road disappears
on the horizon.

As the Wikipedia article I link to above explains,
you can suggest  a bit more complexity with
two-point perspective
(ie: with imagining there are two points
on the horizon, in two different places
where the line disappears.)

and produce depth with
three-point perspective:

(I must credit Wikipedia for these drawings;
please follow the link above for more details.)


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Notably, when we get into the realm
of the three dimensions,
it's as if we're taking that flat,
one dimensional
map impression
and lifting it up,
adding grid upon grid above it
and acknowledging that those grids
extend in a limitless fashion
beyond the range of our vision;

we're using the
multiple grid layers
to provide
a scaffolding
for creating
a multi-dimensioned
representation:

This is ultimately
the logic
of the Second Life Grid.




4.
Now what on God's earth,
I suspect you're wondering,
is she going to do with this?

Why has she gone through
this rather elaborate contemplation
on grids, representation and maps?

Well, I'll tell ya' -
I do this partly because it kind of
amuses me.
I love to take an idea and tease it out
and see where it might take me.

But also,
there is this matter of the
Grid
and the Four Days of the Grid

The only part of this message that I'm a little blurry on
is the word "days."  I am certain the voice said
"days," but I interpreted it as "age"
because "days" didn't make sense to me.
At that time.
More on that later.

But in any event, there is the number 4,
and the idea of the Grid,
and to me this suggests
stages of development
in the Grid
and in the technology
it has produced.

Whether we like it or not,
we live in
The Age of The Grid
right now.

I have contemplated elsewhere
how the Grid Ages
could very well have to do with
the various Ages of Artistic representation;

Second Life ups the ante on that idea.
Because Second Life
is a domain where humans have used the technology of the grid
to produce another living space,
a virtual living space
that we can traverse,
and actually, if we so desire,
create a better life than the one we have.


We could perhaps
correct the mistakes that we made on this domain
or fight the wars that would be better if fought
in a virtual domain.


Could Jesus come
in Second Life?
Or perhaps
via
Second Life?
Hmmmm
now that would be unexpected,
wouldn't it?

I guess it all comes down
to how you define
Jesus.