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Blind Chihuahua

More to religion
than pleasing
your imaginary friend

We? Whee!
Wee, wee, wee all the way home.
When we little piggies go all the way home
do we become I? Do I become we?
Do we fly into the light like moths into a flame?
Do we start again with brand new names?
Or cleave we to the darkness,
to oblivion to remove our mess?
But you know who promised it will be good.
Who? Boo!Hoo, that's who.
After all, we are because I AM, are we knot?


Here is the source of the quotation I used for some years in my email signature block. Apologies to Boris and Arkady Strugatsky for abusing the title of their sci-fi novel.