Can a man be infinitely disappointed, yet cheerful? T. S. Elliot asks the question, then dares to eat his peach. People blow themsevles up. Their mothers cheer and get a new Maytag. Is this true? How are they so different than soldiers? Maybe they aren't. Maybe this planet is ruled by Allah and maybe he is not the "same" as Jesus. A big Allah experiment, put in place by aliens no doubt. When do they come down and tell us? Do we tell our rats? Actually, we're getting close to that, honoring them as citizens, letting them vote, at least chimpanzees. Maybe then the game's up; the aliens come down and said we were hoping you'd give the animals a vote. They pat us on the back and let us to to Valhalla, I mean where do Muslims go? In any case, it is filled with sex and flowing rivers of intoxicants and, oddly, lots of dates. Dates, dates, dates. And figs. Dates and figs.
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