Ruminations of a Boy in the Chapel at St Stithians

Aweh, My Dearly Beloved Fellow Ruminants & Groupies, We are generally advised not to speak publicly about religion.It’s bad manners. It’s divisive. It upsets people who prefer their certainties undisturbed. Unfortunately, not pissing into the wind has never struck me as a sufficient reason to stay silent. It is, in fact, a recurring theme ofContinue reading “Ruminations of a Boy in the Chapel at St Stithians”

A Zappean Scream into the Abyss

Aweh, My Dearly Beloved Fellow Ruminants & Groupies, Here we are again, perched at the edge of the abyss, squinting into the darkness and wondering whether to leap, to peer, get pissed, or to simply scream. Because, dearly beloved, some of us have done something curious: we have become too conscious. The trouble isn’t thatContinue reading “A Zappean Scream into the Abyss”