I Can’t Do It All For You
November 17, 2008
God damn it. I win seven pounds believing in god, and save a few geese and now I’m suddenly making life and death decisions for everyone.
This morning there was a cat playing by the railroad track. There were flats behind it and it was well fed and tame looking, so
I assumed it belonged to one of the occupants. It was sniffing around and pawing at things and having I guess what passes for a good time if you’re a cat. I guess that’s the highpoint of your day if your afternoons consist of licking your balls. OK, second highest.
So anyway, it was about one foot from the track and two minutes from my train, and I was the only one near it, as I like to stand way at the far edge of the platform where it’s just me and the sun. Usually I mean – this time there was a cat, as I’ve already mentioned.
I wanted to get it away from the track so I clapped my hands. It’s head snapped and its eyes darted towards me, but the startled look faded to comfort when it saw it was me. I guess it could tell I had cats of my own and I’m a nice guy. Cats know this with me. People take a little longer, but then people generally don’t play on railroad tracks.
It developed a curious attraction and started towards me on to the tracks, so I looked around for something to throw at it. I didn’t want to start talking to it because that would have looked weird to fellow passengers. – But you can look normal clapping your hands at it and throwing things at it, right? – Yes, but I wasn’t thinking.
What I was thinking is how I can justify throwing money at a cat. Then I remembered that I had just won seven pounds for believing in god, and here was an opportunity to give something back. Yes, it sounds crazy, but it went through my head, which saved the train going through the cat’s.
Is that how it works, the god thing, or is it just a cat on a line and a lucky guy with a pocketful of change?
I’m not really asking, it’s just a thought. I don’t not believe in god, there’s just an absence of belief.
6 comments
So did the cat buy it?
Cats have far better senses and pay far more attention to their environment than any human and I would lay a good sized bet that the cat would have legged it when it sensed the train approaching. It’s the over-rated apes who think that it can’t happen to them because they’re intelligent and special or God will protect them who get squelched by trains.
I suspect that the number of humans hit by trains is higher than the number of cats.
People have some very strange opionions where God is concerned, What difference is there between actively disbelieving in God and an absence of belief in him. Are you hedging your bets just in case? God is no different than Santa Claus either he exists or he doesn’t.
No, both writer and cat are both doing well.
Actually Keef, I would say that there are 4 scenarios:
Believe & no God
Believe & God exists
Don’t believe & no God
Don’t believe & God exists
The top three are happy, although the first one depends on there not being something else in God’s place. I would say it’s better to hedge your bets and go for God on the offchance. I can’t speak for the cat.
How do you know which hedge to bet on then?
Christianity whose sole evidence for its claims is a collection of folklore passed down by Bronze Age tribesmen for generations before being extensively edited to serve the political needs of the Emperor Constantine?
How is that a better claim for the One True Faith than the rambling of an illterate 7th century bandit with an homicidal streak and a taste for pre-pubescent girls who thought he was the personal spokesman for the Almighty?
God exists for those who want or need Him to exist . Notice the H in upper case .That was childhood conditioning . Or respect . Santa Clause exsists for I heard him say “damn” when he stubbed his toe on the foot of the bed .
Leave a comment. Play nice. I will turn this blog around.