Tales from the middle of the street [another Epistle of the Strange entry] I started off with a plan. I was going to talk about morality. You kow, the concept of it, the need for it, WHO’S MORALITY do we practice and why…. Intellectual stuff. I was going to break it down because after my experiment succeeded – in that it failed just as I expected it to – I had that moment where I thought maybe now I return to The Girl and/or even The God [did I mention I’m Theist? Christian to be exact? Pentecostal if you want to be pedantic about the whole thing]. It was a split second thought. Maybe a bit more. But the point was, I haad that moment where I strongly considered running back wholey and solely to the Church. Now my loathing of some Church people aside, this still seemed like a cop-out and a general “Prodigal” thing to do. Theists love prodigal stories. The son who thought himself independent finds himself in a moral and spiritual rot and drags himself back [con
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