God is just this bin of wish-fulfillment into which people toss all the things they want but don't have.
Of all the preposterous assumptions of humanity over humanity, nothing exceeds most of the criticisms made on the habits of the poor by the well-housed, well- warmed, and well-fed.
A child will make two dishes at an entertainment for friends; and when the family dines alone, the fore or hind quarter will make a reasonable dish, and seasoned with a little pepper or salt will be very good boiled on the fourth day, especially in winter.
Jonathan Swift, A Modest Proposal
Showered off the yard dust and tried to fathom several of life’s deeper mysteries. Would atheism appeal to more people if there were some elaborate rituals, possibly leading to ecstatic transportation into a realm of perfect harmony? What, exactly, do I have to do to describe myself as a bon vivant?
What adjectives best describe the smell of wet dew in the backyard moments before the sun hits it? When will I every understand the trash pickup schedule, specifically how it sometimes correlates with the recycle pickup schedule, and at other times, not. Why do questions of faith haunt my waking hours, and why are my recent dreams about backing up in a big yellow tractor that goes beep, beep beep?
What good is short term memory loss when it doesn’t reach back far enough? And finally: if someone is too clever by half, can they achieve normality by becoming 50% dumber?