I guess there is a first for everything.
The most deliriously happy people I have ever witnessed have to
be born-again Christians. And no wonder! I would be too if I believed:
1) All my favourite dead people were living in a beautiful place
where I would eventually meet them.
2) All my least favourite people are destined for eternal pain.
3) The most powerful being in the universe is my personal buddy.
4) All the terrible things I see around me can't be as bad as
they seem (otherwise He wouldn't let them happen).
I truly believe I would be much happier if I believed as they do.
But I *choose* not to. Some kinds of happiness are not worth
pursuing. Does this mean I'm in some sort of conceptual trap?
-- David McFadzean david@lucifer.com Memetic Engineer http://www.lucifer.com/~david/ Church of Virus http://www.lucifer.com/virus/