Dazed and confused? Not me. I’m just Lost in the Cheese Aisle.

Saturday, May 21, 2011


[Reposted from Blog d’Elisson. I thought this little story was particularly apropos given the predictions of the Rapture occurring this evening...]

They carried his broken, bleeding body to the cave, weeping with every step.

They laid him down, bade their farewells, and sealed the cave entrance with a massive rock.

Three days later, he arose, clad in pure white raiment. He leaped to the mouth of the cave, rolled the rock away, and stepped into the blinding sunlight. Almost as quickly, he retreated into the depths of the cave, shaken and fearful.

That terrible dark shape on the ground! He shivered in horror. Could it have been the Devil himself?

No matter. After six more weeks, Punxsutawney Jesus would try again.