stretching an inconvenient defintion of satire

terrance terrance terrorence at hotmail.com
Sun Dec 24 10:33:14 CST 2006


Weather\whether  god(s) exist(s). Or not. That is the the / a question we 
Pyn-heads must let the dancing angels above us prove or disprove. Our part 
is to think him vicious and stupid or compassionate and brilliant, or 
both/and all of the above and below, but always to insist that He stop the 
rain or whatever inconvenient climatic event threatens our rising actions in 
this cyber wasteland. We must, since we are but Pyn-heads, mimic our angelic 
brothers and sisters, and dance. And, while we must have faith or the 
suspension of disbelief in the gave matters of our mundane lives, we will 
never discover nor formulate a rational system to plot the coordinates of 
the inconvenient scatologicals from above.

If it lands in your field, thank the Dog for that!

If it lands on your Pyn-head, you had better thank whatever you believe in 
or not that Gods don’t travel by inconvenience and that the devil is rarely 
as accurate.

The entered rather the realm of folklore, superstition, or perhaps if one 
does not mind stretching the definition, the religious.  (AtD: 5 ; 34-35)

God bless the Pyn-heads,

Terrance

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