I thought of the next song for the book my wife and I will write and illustrate someday, “Barbecue with Jesus, and Other Lullabies.” This is to the tune of Joy to the World. It goes:
Joy to the bald,
the bears have come,
to save us from these kids.
They made fun of our haaaair,
so God sent us these beeears,
to tear them limb from limb,
to tear them limb from limb,
to teeear and teeear them
limb from liiiimb.

God will choose.

With less than 1% Christianity in the population over here, it’s rare to meet a Japanese Christian. So, I was very surprised when I recently received this essay from a middle school student:

When I grow up, I want to be a city office worker. I think it is interesting and I can help people. But, I don’t need to worry because God will choose my job.

Day 358


There’s still no god.

AHH! It’s almost been a whole year already!!

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It is a mania shared by philosophers of all ages to deny what exists and to explain what does not exist.
Rousseau, 1761
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We’re all going to hell

this post might be the best thing ive seen on here

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