(October 16, 2015 at 8:30 pm)IATIA Wrote:(September 16, 2014 at 7:48 pm)Minimalist Wrote: Here's my test.
Some guy shows up and claims he's god. I invite him to follow me into a nursing home of my choice. I will then select a 90-ish something female alzheimer's patient sitting in a wheelchair and drooling into a cup. I will hold on to both her shoulders and 'god' will have to rejuvenate her into a 20 year old hottie who specializes in blow jobs without touching her.
Any guy who can do that deserves to be worshiped.
Even if they are not a god.
Holy you mustce run a salvage operation to find and necropost this.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.