Garden of Eden

Here’s the real story from my very old family records:

Very early priest: So, God made us and loves us, and loves the children of Israel and has made a covenant with us.

Voyager ** -n: Having just buried his father who died at 45, and who is exhausted from working in the fields and deep in sheep shit: “Oh yeah? Why do we have to work? Why do we die?”

Priest: I’ll get right back to you. I have to write something down.

Anyhow, if God didn’t love robots, he wouldn’t have made so many of them.

(Probably not a good idea to use your email address as your name. Donald Trump might get hold of it.)

All that is very well, but we must cultivate our garden.

Is that what the kids are calling it these days?

You might say that we’ve got to get ourselves back The Garden!

I knew it! I knew you were at Woodstock! *You *sold the brown acid, didn’t you!?!

You’ve heard of the Fog of War? Well, there’s also the Fog of Woodstock.

I thought God loved the beetles most.

Does God love even the bad robots?

If the robots pass the touring test, will they cover Iron Man?

Probably Neil Young.

God originally put cucumbers in there. Want to guess why he took them out?

They gave Adam gas?

Its the cherries you got to worry about.

woodyemahiser@yahoo.com, you have had nearly 24 hours to come back and work toward making this bit of witnessing into a serious discussion.

I am closing the thread.