The Last Enemy—Thoughts on Starscribe's Knight of Wands · 2:47am Jul 29th, 2019
Trigger warnings:
1. Spoilers. Many, many spoilers. Read Starscribe's Last Pony on Earth series for the rest of the context.
2. Religion, and my opinions about it.
Trigger warnings:
1. Spoilers. Many, many spoilers. Read Starscribe's Last Pony on Earth series for the rest of the context.
2. Religion, and my opinions about it.
An except from one of my many works in progress. It's an R63 BerryJack thing. Probably actually going to be teen rated, if you can believe it.
Applejack leaned down, and took a sip. Held the coffee in his mouth thoughtfully for a second, then swallowed. It was warm in his throat.
“Do you like it?” said Berry.
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s good,” said Applejack.
Pinkie: "Forgive me Shepherd, for I have sinned!"
Shepherd: *sigh* "Pinkie Pie, for the last time, I'm not a priest! I can't take confession! I'm not even Catholic!"
Pinkie: "Father Waddles said as a Human Guardian you're just as good as a priest!"
Shepherd: "Father Waddles and I are going to have to have words."
Pinkie: "Pleeeeeasse? Please please please please please please please please-?!"
Shepherd: "All right, all right! What did you do?"
Pinkie: "Ahem?"
The mere thought of state funding going to religious education turns my stomach. I say this as a Christian. If you are too lazy to send your brat to church on Sunday, that's on you! It is not on the state to pay for your child to learn about Jesus, especially not when they should be learning reading, writing, and arithmetic! If you want to send your child to religious school, it is on YOU to find the funds for it. My tax dollars should have no part in it!
These weekend blog posts are a nightmare to do, mostly because I completely forget to do them until the last second. I try to maintain a record just for myself, and prove to myself that I can do it, but my brain refuses. It's worth it at least.
In a few weeks I'll be attending a ceremony to celebrate my aunt's 40th anniversary as a Catholic nun (and very close to her 60th birthday). As it turns out though, my respect for organised religion in general, and the Catholic Church in particular, hovers somewhere between cockroaches and Jeremy "Rhyming Slang" Hunt *. So can any of you suggest some choice lines?
Bah! Humbug.
I love the concept of Christmas, or at least the basic one. You know me, I'd rather avoid the religious stuff. Not for a lack of belief, but for a lack of desire to test my patience on fools and idiots that only know how to parrot books.
Besides, I'm probably closer to Pagan than I am Christian, if I'm entirely honest. Not really sure. I'll have to look into that some time.
Shepherd was doing some financial stuff at his kitchen table, when the doorbell rang. He got up and walked up to it, and opened it. There was Pinkie Pie, with... Several gray ponies.
Pinkie: "Hi Shepherd! My family is in town, and they wanted to meet you! This is my dad Igneous Rock Pie, my mom Cloudy Quartz Pie, and my sisters Limestone and Marble Pie!"
She grins happily, while her family remains very stoic.
Woah! Is that Ruby with a blog? It's been like forever since she's done anything on the site, I thought she forgot about it and stopped reading. That was my impression of you, how'd I do? Anyway, bad jokes aside, to answer the burning question likely none of you had, yes I still remain, and indeed I do still read. In fact, since my last blog, I've read 4 books, and I'm halfway through number 5. So, let's get into it then, I've got no time to waste and there's a lot to cover!
Shepherd is woken up by a pounding on his front door. He slowly gets up and staggers to the door. He scratched his chin, yawned, and opened the door.
Shepherd: "Yes?"
Diamond Tiara: "You! Human! Bless me!"
Shepherd: "I... Sorry?"
Diamond Tiara: "You're a human protector! You've brought great fortune to those stupid Apples! So you should bless me too!"
Shepherd: "That's... Not how it works, kid."
Diamond Tiara: "My daddy is very rich!"
Hey readers! I hope things are going well for you during these interesting times. Hopefully I’ll be able to bring some relief today, as I’ve got two things to talk about, and we’re going to dive right in. Serious topic first … then some fun!
Okay guys, before reading any of this, I would like to point out that I'm of Catholic raising, which kinda sorta makes me Catholic myself (no practicing, but I agree with the doctrine), but also a follower of objectivism (yes, the Ayn Rand one) and raised in a country known for producing deadpan snarkers like it's nobody's business (mi Chile lindo). With that in mind, my response over the next "article" is way more emotional than rational and in some ways not taking itself too seriously,
Little Mister No One
By Jaydove
Little Mister No One
Wandering around
Little Mister No One
Is lost and nowhere bound
Traveling the world and
Nowhere to be seen
Looking for his girl
Saying "where's my Eveline?"
Living in the embers
Dying in the flame
Wait til he remembers
His life is Heaven's game
Searching for tomorrow
Finding yesterday
All his pain and sorrow
Will never go away
Little Mister No One
Falling underground
Little Mister No One
Has no one else around
I saw this in an article recently. It is not mine. I thought it was an interesting perspective to take.
I Wake to Close the Morning
Why do people keep asking to see
God’s identity papers
when the darkness opening into morning
is more than enough?
Certainly any god might turn away in disgust.
Think of Sheba approaching
the kingdom of Solomon.
Do you think she had to ask,
“Is this the place?”
So, I need the help of those who have read Negotiations and Reunited. Before I say anything, yes I am planning to put out the next fic "Truths" out in late February/Early March. I've run into a snag while developing some aspects of Equestrian culture for the future fics of this six one shot series. Specifically, the religious aspect of Equestria.
I call myself a hopeful agnostic. I vigorously want there to be an afterlife, where there's joy, justice, and fellowship for all God's creatures, great and small. I am unbelievably terrified of the prospect that one day I will cease to exist. And I want so desperately for all entities across space and time who have felt hurt and pain and suffering and helplessness and confusion and fear to feel peace joy hope and love. Whatever form that might take beyond the material plane, likely far beyond
You know, technically that's not wrong. Theologically speaking. Lucifer demanding to be seen as the equal of Man, and all that.
It does raise some interesting, further points about just how The Fall actually happened, though, doesn't it?
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