Seven billion ways to swallow God, By Mark Morford

[madokie]

Seven billion eager souls later, you'd think we'd have it sort of figured out.

Seven billion mewling, wailing, weirdly miraculous babies in to this bizarre human experiment, you'd think someone would finally understand something of the true nature of things, how to make it all hold together, to sustain it long-term with joy and gratitude and humility, as opposed to the far more dominant energies of war and struggle, force and greed and please shut the hell up before I stab you in the eye with this fork.

"I don't quite know how it happened. One day I was sipping some Maker's and blowing some hot love into this sweet Ocarina app Moloch gifted me, and the next, boom, seven billion ravenous little fleshbombs running around like they own the place. I gotta back off the mushrooms." -God

Is it a good time to look? To take momentary stock? Because the U.N. just announced that the seven billionth human was just born, symbolically anyway, maybe somewhere in the Philippines, or China, or London, or at the creepy Duggar compound in Arkansas, and maybe it was a tiny, bewildered female who is right now looking around and blinking gently and saying, "No no no, don't look to me for any sort of answer. I have no idea, either. Who am I, God?"

Read more: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2011/11/02/notes110211.DTL#ixzz1cY2GZwrG

[get the red out]

1. Miracle

When babies are called "miracles" it makes me ill, not because I don't think they are precious but because reproduction is no miracle. Now the human race getting its collective head out of its ass, THAT would be a miracle.

[madokie]

2. kick for the evening peeps