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If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.

Gaston Bachelard

Home interprets heaven. Home is heaven for beginners.

What level of Baudrillard-ness is that?

Fucking betelgeuse and Demiurge.

Let's pray to that snake-tailed Demiurge

The Demiurge's Prayer

Hello, Dad, up there in good ol’ Heaven,

Your name is well great and holy, and we respect you, Guv.

We hope we can all ‘ave a butcher’s at Heaven and be there as soon as possible: and we want to make you happy, Guv, and do what you want ‘ere on earth, just like what you do in Heaven. But while we’re stuck ‘ere, might as well ‘umour ya:
Doin’ yer will on earth (such as it is), Like yer angels do upstairs. poor sods.

Oi, Guv, chuck us some bread, metaphorical or otherwise,
Enough to keep us goin’ till the next aeonic blunder, and enough grub and stuff to keep us going today, and we hope you’ll forgive us when we cock things up, just like we’re supposed to forgive them who annoy us and do dodgy stuff to us.

This world’s proper naff, Guv,
Full of blokes in cheap suits sellin’ salvation, so don’t let us get tempted by your idea of "good," which, between us, looks noncey from down ‘ere.

Help keep us away from all the nasty, evil stuff, and keep that scallywag Satan away from us, ‘cos you’re much stronger than ‘im.

Your the Boss, God, and will be for ever, innit? Till Sophia wakes up an’ sorts this mess.
Ta muchly. Or not. Depends.

Cheers, Amen mate.