Cats were the gangsters of the animal world, living outside the law and often dying there. There were a great many of them who never grew old by the fire.
Cats were the gangsters of the animal world, living outside the law and often dying there. There were a great many of them who never grew old by the fire.
Silent white light filled the world. And the righteous and unrighteous alike were consumed in that holy fire.
The beauty of religious mania is that it has the power to explain everything. Once God (or Satan) is accepted as the first cause of everything which happens in the mortal world, nothing is left to chance... logic can be happily tossed out the window.
It means that no blue ribbon is forever. Someday if the world doesn't explode itself in the meantime someone will run a two-minute mile in the Olympics. It may take a hundred years or a thousand, but it will happen. Because there is no ultimate blue ribbon. There is zero, and there is eternity, and there is mortality, but there is no ultimate.
I felt rather like the little girl in Our Town who gave her address as Grover's Corner, New Hampshire, America, the Nothern Hemisphere, the World, the Solar System, the Milky Way Galaxy, the Mind of God.
So will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate. For love's ever been the more destructive weapon.
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