42 vs 43: Would it Have Mattered if My Score Had Been 42?

Admittedly, taking one’s theory of reality from a fictional work, and a comic satirical one at that, does not speak highly of that person’s attachment to consensual reality. Then again, the majority of folks in US probably think anyone who does not fall hook line and sinker for the myth of the Virgin birth in the stable culminating with  apocalyptic horses and seven horns blowing and the raising all dead in a twinkling (wouldn’t they smell some after all these millions of years?) and the ultimate retreat to an Emerald city in the sky (pay no attention to the man behind the curtain)… and they mock Muslims who believe in the ultimate reward of a passel of virgins?

I do wonder about those virgins. Once the good dead Muslim has them, they are no longer virgins. So does he get an endless new supply? Or does he have to stick with the original virgins? Now that hardly seems fair. Do good dead Muslim women get virgins too? I sure would prefer a man with some experience. Or at least be allowed to keep the virgin long enough to teach him a thing or two about female anatomy.

Actually, I read somewhere that the more accurate translation for what’s been come to be known as the “reward of virgins” is a reward of some sort of delectable FRUIT. Being from Key West, this can take on all sorts of interesting connotations, but as it comes from a culture that beheads men who…I can’t help myself…give head…sorry…just plopped this blog into R rated valley of oblivion forever. But really, much more practical a reward for good clean Muslims, just not as enticing to young hot-blooded warriors who might be willing to suicide for glory and virgins but not for glory and fresh dates no matter how sweet n juicy.

But what I’m coming to realize is, it’s not WHAT you believe that matters, it’s THAT you believe. Believe in something. Ayn Rand may be one of our most notorious atheists, but she, in a way, worshiped the fully actualized creative potential in the free and fearless human spirit.

What was I saying, oh dear, tangent alert again.

Monday early morning I hear birdies, I may take advantage of early morning and sleep during day like smart tropical folks always have. Can you say siesta? Makes perfect sense.

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