Proof

Plotnik has been thinking this morning about the reverend in Oakland who predicted The Rapture and then, when it didn't happen, said to reporters: "I don't know what to say. I'm searching for answers myself."

That we have an often desperate need to believe in God is not surprising. There are many who would look at these gorgeous lilies that Mush and Bill brought over the other night, or the alstroalmerias from Plot and Duck's garden, and say that the beauty of these flowers proves that God exists.



That idea works for Plotnik, but Plotnikkies are like all other people. Some are harder to convince than others. For some it takes simple beauty, for others it will take the destruction of the world, but for all people the desire is for proof, to see God with our own eyes. And we want it now, not later. Now.

That's a tough assignment. Religion is one or another system designed to prove that there is somebody out there, up there, down there, SOMEWHERE, and that he is listening to me right now.

So don't laugh at Reverend Camping. He's just another schloomp, wound around the eternal question mark.