postpostochlophobist

....reminds me that I am a “Zen-rite” Catholic, in that I like quaint rituals and trinkets that look cool but don’t mean anything. I find them oddly comforting, like prayer wheels and hiring Sicilian grandmothers to wail away during a wake (sort of the predecessor of modern canned laughter on sitcoms). I find the need for “spiritual nourishment” utterly obscene, self-centered, and entirely perverted. You should be addicted to your duty, to your child’s smile, to your wife’s embrace, and a good meal. Anything else smacks of narcissism. What the hell else do you want in life? If you are reading this, you are probably way more “blessed” than 99.999% of all humanity that has lived so far.


- Arturo, from here.