Jerry Falwell is dead. In the meanest Let The Punishment Fit The Crime corner of my imagination I keep seeing him heading up to heaven and God schooling him on everything he got fundamentally wrong about love and acceptance during his time here on earth.
And then I get afraid that that is exactly what God will be schooling me on when I die for thinking things like that.
And then I quote Ozymandias quietly to myself - which exercise provides some form of comfort.
Yeah, I can't explain what my mind is doing either - I just report it.
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