Just a little poem I have worked on this week during lunch.
My boss pauses before my pace
to see if I complete my tasks,
smiling pleasing fake.
I want to pummel his nose,
crooked and gazing down
like a vulture,
shadow lurking where he is not.
Only at noon do I spy his location
smiling pleasing fake.
enjoying my company
“This is why an atheist should not feel guilt about responding to great religious
works of art. If they are great, it is not because they excite the ontological imaginings, the
bit that serves, if I am right, to inflame and cement peoples’ moral convictions. Their
greatness lies in the domain of emotion rather than that of ontology, and when there is a
distinction, more in the domain of emotion than that of attitude. And emotions are
reactions to this life, to the here and now. As I said above, even Christians are human,
and their common humanity is expressed in the greatest Christian art. And the same
applies to other religions.”
Louise Antony: “Religion and Respect”
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