I'd say thanks to God, but as a substitute for all the stuff I
didn't know. I thanked God for my food as a kid. Now I thank the
person who bought the groceries, the supermarket business, the
truckers who rushed it to market, the large farming
conglomerates for growing the stuff, the farm workers, the
pesticide makers for keeping the damn bugs out of my food, the
sun for doing its thing, gravity for doing its thing, the earth
for doing its thing. And I'm glad the chair doesn't' suddenly
decide to disobey the Pauli Exclusion principle and I fall
through to the center of the Earth. I'm grateful. But worship?
Faith? Still, blank spot in the head. To me, there's just
synonyms. God to me, is a synonym. To me, words are not magical
things. Actually, no. I take it back. Words *are* magical
things: in the sense of a magician pulling a slight-of-hand
trick. If you look at the magic trick from one perspective, the
elephant disappears. If you change your perspective, you see the
mirrors and the smoke. TO me, words are like that.
