something bout the slot-machine god gets me. church exacts a price from you and faith is freely given only at funerals it seems. recently ive perused and enjoyed a few articles at killing the buddha. not sure where my faith is these days. somehow know its there. somewhere. lurking kindly and not giving up. the eucharist table and the cushion both seemed like good ideas at one time. at one time when instead of killing the buddha or the christ, i embraced them or sought them out for cures, miracles and a slice of some nice nirvana.