Hmm... this week has been suspiciously absent of theological babbling. Probably a result of not drinking enough Fanta (right DAR?). Maybe tomorrow.
But today is Friday the 13th.
*dun, dun, DUH!*
*classic Hitchcock scream*
Ah... Friday the 13th. The day when being a mystic is perfectly acceptable, and even considered sane. Its a time when people will perform strange and even silly ritual magic to ward of "bad luck" or to garner "good luck."
As a wise philosopher once said:
(And yes, I do see the irony of quoting a magic power wielding mystic as a refutation of mysticism.)
No such thing as luck. Or karma. Or ghosts.
Happy Friday, y'all.
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