(a band I'd love to see before I croak)

Dear Cancer,

You are part of life's dance, an alchemical transformation of us into tumours.

Here's blessings to all those who have been, are, and will be affected by that wonderful heat exchanger of Nature, Irene.  May there be no loss of life & property and people get closer, because pain shared is pain lessened and joy shared is joy increased.

The Huffington Post has it all.

This is activated through your optic nerve.

There are no atheists.
 

(there are people who call themselves that)
 

There are no theists.
 

(there are people who call themselves that)
 

There are only people, who may-or-may-not be agnostic aboot what they worship.
 

We all worship *something*. Wether we choose money, our bodies, our countries, Percy Faith, Democracy, whatever.
 

Gentlebeings,

a heady member of the Church of the Subgenius once said that everyone should, at least once in their lifetime, write their own Bible.

So, for those of you who want to dive in, here is my bit, starting at the beginning. Anyone, feel free to continue with it. You don't have to use my notations or style; you have my blessing to retcon, dact, redact, reredact, etc :3

Chapter One: In the Carnival of Mirthly Delights

1. In the Beginning, there was Something.