James Markham wrote:Greylorn, I've had a look at your website, and to be honest I'm yet to experience the right type of meltdown to enable me to read the bible, so trying to work my way through a pile of shit that simply proposes multiple gods instead of one, would be like taking my brain out on a walk around willy wonkas chocolate factory. It says on your site that you head a church? Now I may not know about hamaltonian equations, or how they change the fact that you know nothing about energy, but I do know a bit about crazed tramps with messiah complexes, there's one who somehow got himself a police megaphone, he lives under a bridge off regent st, and he's also a high priest of some loopy shit kingdom, I wouldn't bother reading his book either.
What I suggest you actually do with your book, is use it to line the cage of that rodent you've recently bought to talk to, I doubt the mess will make it any less palatable to the intellect. I think you got it right in your introduction, who does care? Have you many parishioners in your flock? Do you need a minivan to round them up from their various care centres? Or does he just jump on the back of your bike lol.
I suppose your now going to accuse me of being a troll, and a stupido ignoramus, but I object, I think you'll find that although I can be rude, I rarely start without the kind of provocation you seem willing to provide, and as for stupid, I'd say spending forty years writing a book that nobody reads is far in excess of anything I've done to display my stupidity.
You seem pretty cut up over humanities refusal to pronounce you as the high priest of whatever shit it is you preach (I don't know cos you won't tell), but don't be so hard on us, it's simply the nature of your malady, and the fact we all get a little scared by the completely insane when they open churches is our problem, right?
Any ho, it's been nice, and thanks for reading, it's more attention than I'll be paying to your next post, or your book on multiple gods that turn up when your shitfaced on whiskey.
Thank you for your thoughtful, considerate, and well-researched post. I drink wine, beer, and vodka, rarely whiskey. The Church of Physical Theology, Ltd. has no members and does not want any. It obtains no contributions from the members that it does not have. It has no resources, and does not support me. (How could it?) The CPT is a formal organization intended to protect and sustain ideas that I hope will outlive me.
I would never call you a "stupido ignoramus," because that would be a linguistically incorrect phrase in the English language. Besides, there is no need to label you. You are self-defined.
I agree with you that dedicating my life to the development and presentation of ideas that few people are intelligent enough to comprehend is, by your standards, stupid. I've often thought about the money I might have made, the big houses I could have bought, had I chosen a conventional life. But would they have provided me with the same mental adventures? I know people with whom I worked in the early days of technology. They have bigger houses and faster cars than I do. They also have family problems, wives who won't fuck them and don't want them to fuck anyone else, children who need their money, and businesses that require their attention well past the age of retirement.
I'm old and beat up and have to cook my own food, but I still get to go dancing every Saturday night, get lucky when I can, drive an old truck with a stick shift, watch Packer games, and never have to watch chick flicks to get laid. I do the household chores on my own time and schedule, and never get nagged when they remain undone. If I choose to stay up past my bedtime to reply to dimwitted nits, no one complains.
Perhaps my problems arise because I am an antisocial person who does not travel in the same intellectual circles that you do. I do not know anyone who lives under bridges. Alas.
I'm sorry that you cannot understand what I wrote, but not surprised. I wrote it for intelligent people who would treat it like a textbook, and reread it until they understood it before commenting. Perhaps you could print a copy and offer it to your enlightened mentor beneath the bridge, who might be able to explain it to you?
If there was a cure for your problem I would be the first to offer it, so that you could be the first to refuse it. Good luck in your linguistically impaired life.