I suppose (wrongly perhaps) that everyone forms grids of appreciation through accumulations of experience in this life. Having been in the army, I have a military grid of sorts. Having curried the crap off a horse's rear leg, I know something about currying. Having practiced Zen Buddhism, I suppose I have a spiritual schtick as well. When events crop up, grids are brought to bear.
Why I should think of this, I don't know, but lately I have been thinking about Episcopalians as the whipped cream and cherry on top of a Roman Catholic Sundae. Smooth as silk. Well-heeled. They own Infinitis and stuff. They are polite and cossetted without admitting to being cossetted.
What his this got to do with anything? I have no clue. Episcopalians are the vendors of smooth.
So what?
So nothing.
Why I should think of this, I don't know, but lately I have been thinking about Episcopalians as the whipped cream and cherry on top of a Roman Catholic Sundae. Smooth as silk. Well-heeled. They own Infinitis and stuff. They are polite and cossetted without admitting to being cossetted.
What his this got to do with anything? I have no clue. Episcopalians are the vendors of smooth.
So what?
So nothing.
Nothing is not a bad deal.
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