Now Playing: "Angel Mine" by the Cowboy Junkies
I've been sick this weekend, so it was especially annoying earlier this afternoon when a bunch of college-aged kids came pounding on my door to sell me on Jesus Christ.
"No thanks. No thanks. I'm sick..."
"Well, Jesus Christ can help you with that."
"Yeah, I understand..."
"There's no way to heaven except through Jesus Christ."
"I know, I know..."
I simply don't get what motivates these people. They're working on commission, you may be sure, but I don't care about that. My home is my sanctuary. Got that? This is my sacred temenos ---and I don't want to be disturbed by others who believe that they're earning their way into God's good graces by spreading the gospel at the expense of my time and tranquility.
Just imagine the cruelty of an attractive 20 year-old girl telling an involuntarily and terminally celibate man that the only way to heaven is through a dead Jewish prophet. Outrageous! Heaven is your body, madam. You are a flesh cathedral ---the sacred precinct of Eros himself. The High Chemist of all Creation. The Cause of Life in every sense.
Well, maybe not you, in particular...
I hope for your sake that you get another man into your life besides the one you've got now. If you don't understand that today, you will tomorrow.