Hm, apparently my meager offering, Immanentizing the Z-Eschaton, has been accepted to the 91st Carnival of the Godless over at State of Protest.
(Does a gross little jig of obscene glee, happy that there isn’t a camera nearby.)
This post is here just to direct you to my submission if you happened to click the blog-link instead of the post-link.
Oh, and to do a bit of outrageous self-promotion, too.
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Would you want to read a little godless poem? Or do you, too, get that instant shiver of revulsion when offered unsolicited poetry? Don’t worry, it’s just eight lines.
If you liked the Z-Eschaton (really, too grand a name for that small piece), would you maybe like to have a peek at the real life of angels?
Or how about a parable with pants? (I’d estimate that over 70% of people cannot resist a title like that.)
Or the semi-secret, often in-cement-encased religious rules of debate?
Then again, if you want anger instead of laughter — both are valid responses to some aspects of religions — see what kind of a tiny amendment is necessary to a message of peace, love and tolerance.
