XPost: alt.books.stephen-king, alt.evil   
   From: metroboyeh5@yahoo.com   
      
   On Mon, 23 Aug 2004 02:35:35 GMT, "Tamara"   
     whipped out "The Mallet O'   
   Understanding" and bashed *this* into my head:   
      
   >   
   >"BTR1701"  wrote in message   
   >news:BTR1702-12893C.17015922082004@news.west.earthlink.net...   
   >> In article <73640140.0408211239.1fde8388@posting.google.com>,   
   >> mayaegg@hotmail.com (Harlan Osier) wrote:   
   >>   
   >> > Stephen King is EVIL, he's the work of the devil, made to collect your   
   >> > souls and to turn you into brainless slaves of hell.   
   >> >   
   >> > If you like Stephen King, you will lose your soul to be damned   
   >> > for eternal torment in hell.   
   >>   
   >> Prove that a soul even exists (or this devil person, for that matter)   
   >> and I'll consider taking you seriously.   
   >   
   >My son and I were having this precise discussion last night. We had just   
   >watched a re-run of the Simpsons' Episode where Bart sells his soul to   
   >Millhouse.   
   >   
   >My son wanted to know what a soul is, why do we have it, and, most   
   >importantly, where does it go when we die.   
   >   
   >Great topics for a lovely, prolonged conversation, ranging from standard   
   >religious dogma, to agnostic, to buddist, sikkist, jewish, almost all the   
   >religions I could think of (including The Family, the Orange people, David   
   >Koresh, Kali... lOOOONG list) upshot - IF the soul exists, then it's that   
   >small electrical discharge actually measured by scientists when a person   
   >dies.   
   >   
   >Of course, we could just quote from Douglas Adams and the non-existence of   
   >God, the babelfish and ummm that lovely phrase "QED and God disappeared in a   
   >puff of logic".   
      
   Hrm.  When my then five year old niece asked this question of me   
   twenty years ago, I just told her "well, it's like a battery that God   
   puts in your body, except it never runs out; God takes the battery and   
   puts it in a new body when you get too tired and worn out".  She   
   paused and then said "oh; ok", and then went off to watch tv.   
      
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