RE: Even if theism is a failure, it's still superior to atheism
September 15, 2022 at 4:05 pm
(This post was last modified: September 15, 2022 at 4:06 pm by Angrboda.)
It looks like Kloroform has decided to make good on his threat to ignore me. Thank God! I thought I was going to have to break my 30 year streak of never putting anyone on ignore in all my time online.
Speaking of mortality, yes, it's of benefit not to be thinking about it every moment of the day. The same with undone housework. Yet somehow, the housework ends up getting done. Go figure.
I've had many brushes with my own mortality and welcomed it for 40 years as I believed that in death I would return to my home dimension and the kingdom that I had long neglected. Naturally, being preoccupied with bringing about my own demise, friends occasionally offered their perspective.
My favorite was Tad, who had been staying at a rather anal retentive friend's apartment and got it in his mind to kill himself. He sat one the couch, rested the end of the shotgun on his forehead, pulled the trigger, and missed! Instead he shot a large hole in the drywall. All thought of killing himself evaporated as he panicked at the thought of having to explain to Bill that he had blown a hole in the apartment wall with a shotgun.
I have my own occasional absurd encounters as well. One night, in the hospital while on the psyche ward I decided that I was going to end it. I had secreted enough sleeping pills to do the deed in the liner of my jacket and proceeded to execute a cunning plan. I asked the nurse to let me get my coat from the locker in my room, and having obtained it, rushed into the bathroom and shut the door, having carefully prepared beforehand by shoving part of a plastic fork in the key mechanism so that they couldn't immediately open it. I succeeded as planned, wolfing down the sleeping pills, and emerged to the confused souls who had managed to eventually get the door open, whereupon I was duly placed on suicide watch. No worries, I thought, and I lay down on the couch in front of the nursing station fully expecting to drift off into an eternal slumber. Unfortunately, through a brain fart, I'd miscalculated the dosage and had only taken enough sleeping pills to ensure a sound sleep. Death eluded me and I awoke the next morning a bit befuddled.
Speaking of mortality, yes, it's of benefit not to be thinking about it every moment of the day. The same with undone housework. Yet somehow, the housework ends up getting done. Go figure.
I've had many brushes with my own mortality and welcomed it for 40 years as I believed that in death I would return to my home dimension and the kingdom that I had long neglected. Naturally, being preoccupied with bringing about my own demise, friends occasionally offered their perspective.
My favorite was Tad, who had been staying at a rather anal retentive friend's apartment and got it in his mind to kill himself. He sat one the couch, rested the end of the shotgun on his forehead, pulled the trigger, and missed! Instead he shot a large hole in the drywall. All thought of killing himself evaporated as he panicked at the thought of having to explain to Bill that he had blown a hole in the apartment wall with a shotgun.
I have my own occasional absurd encounters as well. One night, in the hospital while on the psyche ward I decided that I was going to end it. I had secreted enough sleeping pills to do the deed in the liner of my jacket and proceeded to execute a cunning plan. I asked the nurse to let me get my coat from the locker in my room, and having obtained it, rushed into the bathroom and shut the door, having carefully prepared beforehand by shoving part of a plastic fork in the key mechanism so that they couldn't immediately open it. I succeeded as planned, wolfing down the sleeping pills, and emerged to the confused souls who had managed to eventually get the door open, whereupon I was duly placed on suicide watch. No worries, I thought, and I lay down on the couch in front of the nursing station fully expecting to drift off into an eternal slumber. Unfortunately, through a brain fart, I'd miscalculated the dosage and had only taken enough sleeping pills to ensure a sound sleep. Death eluded me and I awoke the next morning a bit befuddled.
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