an afternoon on clap road

bright sunshine
hotter than hell
long straight road ahead
but lonely
pretty green trees
with green outstretched branches
like arms and fingers
reaching out to grab
and hold on to
like so many before

ominous implications

"When you thought about it, the earth was only a speck of dust revolving around a fourth-rate star, somewhere in infinity. And covering this speck of dust were micro-organisms known as men. And these infinitely tiny micro-organisms spilt into clusters, dividing into tiny cells, and then subdividing, each a different color or race or tribe or community, each inventing a different God, each claiming that its God was the only true God, the members of each cluster on this ridiculous speck of dust claiming that they and only they, worshipped the true God, only they had contact with Him way out somewhere in outer space. Where, they were not sure, but for lack of a better name, they called it heaven.

Of course, it was absurd for these sub micro-organisms called humans to make this claim. It was incredible arrogance to believe that even if God existed, He would give any notice to these tiny mites crawling over this particular grain of sand drifiting through space. It was easy for His divine eye to miss them altogether. But it was the old story. You need a God, so you invented one. And inventing one, you believed it. And if you believed it hard enough, it was true."

- taken from "The Cult" Max Ehrlich