response to Faith and Doubt
They're parentheses,
belief and disbelief, held
open like two lips.
Life is a breath that passes
through them, arrives. Falls silent.
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the Scotty McClellan Cabal, POEE, KSC.
Disciple of Zarathud.
Saint Harold Camping, pray for us, that we too can admit when we are horribly, terribly, obviously wrong for years on end. Amen.
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