Too Bloody Right!

I sweat when it comes to the small things.

Sometimes I sweat the big things, but rarely does it show.

Recently, a picture came to mind that was evocative of a thousand words; none of them were memorable.

Carpe Diem, they say. God doesn't exist, they say. Heaven's a dream, they say. Too bloody right, I say.

Cosmic coincidences abound.

Too bloody right. The world is a mass kufuffle controlled by randomness in search of meaning. If there's no God, then there's certainly someone having a right old laugh at our expense. Maybe just my expense. Whatever he/she/it might be, they obviously aren't a big fan of my writing.