Early religions were like muddy ponds with lots of foilage. Concealed there, the fish of the soul could splash and feed. Eventually, however, religions became aquariums. From farm fingerling to frozen fish stick is a short swim. No, this is the Great Theatre of Life.
Admission is free but the taxation is mortal.
You come when you can, and leave when you must. The show is continuous. Political Correctness is the McCarthyism of the 90s. There must be empty chairs as well. I sat up and looked out the window at a white world.