Saturnalia and Pals: or, Merry X-Mas Patrick
2009-12-24, 3:30 a.m.

We search the world over for proof of Gods, proof that we exist--

Haven't we found God yet?

The reasons for 'what', and 'how' will never be simple. Never as simple as an oasis in the dead of winter. The lonely wasteland of December needs respite as the sun hides in the caves to the south.

And so simply put; God is in the eye of the beholder. Let us come together, not for Christ's sake, but for ours. For we press on, with or without Gods.

We will bury this year. This decade. In solemn secrecy, amidst Russian royalty.

Are you ready to say goodbye to the light?

"Fear not: for behold, I bring unto you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David, a saviour, which is Christ the Lord."

-Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown

Do nothing

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