What this blog needs is some fun. And God knows I can't be the one to provide that--I've been reading funeral services and prayers for the departed all week. Fun is no longer my specialty. It has been supplanted by death.
Perhaps I should try to combine the two.
The joys of searching for commentaries and assorted secondary literature on the Orthodox funeral service are unending. They are aided in this in no small part by the fact that the search is also unending. Because there is very little. And by very little, I mean nothing. nada. zilch.
This is not, and I will be frank with you on this (and you can still be you--don't worry), I repeat, not a comforting or invigorating beginning. Sometime soon I'll likely post my thoughts on the Orthodox Funeral Service. It is magnificent in a way that few events can be. It is moving in a way that even the Liturgy cannot always be. It is royal and supreme, much like Christ's Pascha, or a pizza with everything on it. Delicious.
So I will talk about something else, something more zesty, more piquant. And yes, I'm aware that those are basically synomymous. Get off my back. I'm also aware of the disturbing frequency with which I have employed food-related imagery. And I don't know what caused it. I've eaten already. Sausage rolls. Beat that for a delicious-nutritious lunch. Sausage rolls. Roll that around in your mouth a little bit. Savory, yes?
Anyway, what is that something? Is it, as usual, the first thing that occurs to my sausage roll-addled mind?
Yes. And how.
I have decided that Pomeranians are my least favorite sort of dog. I have no reasons, no basis, no deeply held, rationally-argued philosophical beliefs upon which to found this opinion. It cannot be demonstrated using the Propositional Calculus or authenticated in the most ancient papyri. It simply is. In the same way that God is. In fact, one might say that Pomeranians' sucking is eternally subsistent, like Christ's virtues, and my opinion is akin to our participation in said virtues through action and faith.
I wouldn't, but one might if one were so inclined. The fact remains that Pomeranians suck and I have decided to reflect on this fact in an existentially authentic way by despising them with all my heart.
Oh, and to those who have Pomeranians, I am heartily sorry...
...that your dog sucks.
This post had a point, but the writer has forgotten it.
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