'... Beauty before me, beauty behind me ...'
& so on.
As the organ starts to wheeze in the local
Church of Ireland the faithful recite something
nearly identical, except that 'beauty' is replaced
with 'God'.
If I'd ever been a Christian, I think at this point
I'd feel decidedly one up on the ole redskin.
Only some pyotl-derealised psychotic could possibly
say - so long as he lived on this earth - 'I walk in beauty'.
Whereas the mystical omnipresence of a brutally crucified
saviour strikes me as an altogether more credible
proposition.
Scottie B.
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