The Old Ways Die
Hard.....NOT!
A High Shepherd speaks
TEMPLE COAL-BORG (artist's rendition). Recent
excavations
have
uncovered what we believe to have been an
ancient temple of the
B.C. years; one which worshipped the
sun and its immense heat,
through the manufacture of mechanical coal
(hence its name).
It was a time of darkness and of chaos. The B.C. years
were a catastrophe! People were abnormally
fixated upon death; this manifested itself in their religions. No
wonder the suicide rate kept rising.
We,
on the other hand, have a far more healthy focus. OUR religion is
obsessed with life! And as everyone knows, the suicide rate has dropped
almost to nonexistence!
That we once relied upon religions based on what
happens after death: it's sick!
Heaven and hell. How preposterous.
It is LIFE
which should be revered.
With the
Great
Dolly's birth, the secret of life was revealed!
The golden artifact in the center is believed
to have been
connected with their worship of the sun.
Through the
formulation of the cee-process, it is now
possible to put off death for as long as possible! If you die, say, in a
car accident - no problem! Your family can simply call up the nearest
Cloning Lab and have them take your recent cell-sample out of storage.
Presto, chango - there's a new YOU. The only difference is that you might
possibly lose a week of memories, since brain-scans are only taken on a
weekly basis. And the good part: since your cell-sample was
taken months ago, your chronological age is actually younger! You can
see why the old, archaic ways of religion didn't work any more. The whole
notion of "being
saved", as one religion put it so aptly, became rather distasteful.
Thinking about what happens after death, and trying to ensure the best
possibly afterlife....
Looking back, it seems rather a trivial,
not to mention morbid, thing to do when there is so
much more life to live, and so much more time in which to live
it!
Who
cares about the afterlife?
Who wants to meet it?
NOBODY.
We only
have one chance to live.
We must stretch it out for as long as
possible.
It is now
an age of prosperity, my friends.
We owe it all to the
Great
Dolly,
who stands not for death like the Gods of the B.C. years,
but for
life.
Last Modified: 5/4/98
Wendy Elizabeth Kemp