Wednesday, 28 November 2012

Hidden Views

I am essentially following a pilgrim route, so a number of the temple priests assume I am a Hare Krishna. One time I did correct this and admitted I didn't have any god, and there was silence, as if they can see right inside me and read my judgement. It's as if I have suddenly admitted out loud that I think they all look a bit primitive and are about as close to dancing around a fire chanting as you can get. Or that I have passed judgement on all religion, which is closer to the truth. This may be true but I don't want to say it, I do try and show respect. They are wrong though, and the great pasta knows of this.

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