Day 29

Stand still and be counted. A movement is afoot to place a laser dot on wandering lost sheep by "God blogging" so that "Thy rod and Thy staff and Thy keyboard will comfort me". Understood this way comes très cadres who care if I rest in blogoheaven or rot in blogohell. I have great respect and fear for the ability of religious fervor to focus attention and energy. Tremble do I at the prospect of proselytizing lecturn-thumping on my secular stupidity sod. Defy me, but don't tie me to your cart of sacred splendor clattering over the cobblestones of intentions.

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