Gamma-wawes

Just some rambling...

Those gamma-waves entered our atmosphere at the due time; it only took them eight minutes and twenty seconds to deliver the great message to the planetoid Earth. In the distance, he witnessed the reportage. When, the festive glow, sublime radiance, and dazzling shine of the light got reflected against the retina of the visionary, a clear understanding finally became plain to him. Yes, now he knew, everything is possible! Following that, the German physicists in a sign of an-"Aha”-moment started pointing up his lips to the West and the East hemispheres of his face. His expression then became effulgent. 

Following that, the warmness emitted by the weak sunlight supplied him with inspiration and clarity. The fantast then said, in a precise and analytical way -“Laws alone cannot secure freedom of expression; in order that every man present his views without penalty there must be spirit of tolerance in the entire population.”-His name, Albert Einstein.  Today,  the majority of the human populace agrees with his assertion.

For most, of the self-observant-species the comment made by the genius is entirely valid. The myth that dictates that tolerance is the medicine for everything is erroneous, in my opinion. The point that always gets overlooked, and neglected lies in opium. That is to say, just as heroine gets abused by drug addicts, in the same fashion, the professional victims will misuse tolerance. I understand the idea; it is to say, the concept of an all modern society, stuffed with multiculturalism, and filled with love for the tolerant, liberal and patient. Still, I must emphasize the point, which is, that it cannot get to such an outrageous extent! Reason being that an overdose is imminent, and it is coming our way.

So, for a case, let's turn our attention to the picturesque country of Sweden. There, about thirty years ago, a shift in popularity in the market of work had occurred. The trend of change got focused towards a particular profession. To be precise, it has the title of "The Priest". You might want to question, but what's wrong with that? Zero, nada, nothing, I'll answer, but for one thing, it concerns sex and the influx of new workers; it is and was dominated exclusively by women! I have to applaud the Church of the Swedes; their religion has developed in concepts and visions much faster than any other. In fact, I am convinced that if they had a logo, it would read: "In tune with the times." The statement made by them said along the lines of-“If men are sitting by the Swedish Decree. Why simple Swedish Brungildas and Ulrikas would not be allowed to stand at the altar of the Lord?” Makes total sense, not to that man, and not too me. 

Still, before we get to the Cathedral bit, let's meet a mere man; he is a bus driver, and he goes by the name of Carl Peterson. He has worked all his life in the neighboring nation of Finland. The day of his sixtieth birthday he takes the decision to retire from his trade. After that, he handles all the paperwork. He starts packing all his belongings and returns to his homeland. Thus, Sweden is the destination for the now retired Mr. Peterson. Once there, he buys a house in a little town called Gothenburg. There Mr. Peterson begins living a free, simple and carefree life. He takes many walks around the small town, and from time to time takes rides on his brilliant red bike; travels in the direction of a forest; the place is about eight minutes and twenty-second away from his tiny Scandinavian cabin. There, he collects berries and mushrooms. The ex-bus driver never had a family, and add to that his active allergy towards animals, which limited him in so many ways. The feeling of monotony creeps on him with each passing day. In the end, he exclaims one morning. “Life is without light or soul!”

Carl so takes the decision of paying a visit to the local church, as a mean of escape. As he reaches the holy place, on chance or luck a service is being held there. Leading it is a woman, one of striking looks, a little past her fifties. The senior then proceeds towards a bench located in the far right corner of the temple, once there he sits on it.  There, the elder man witnesses the sermon till the end. As it concludes, he stands up in a lightning-quick way. Carl proceeds towards the priestess and asks her" Mrs. Priestess, haven't I seen you before, about thirty years ago, in Helsinki?" She launches a sharp response, -“Maybe, you did see me there, kind Sir." , follows up with-" For what is, the purpose of that question?"- Asks the leader of the cult.  The elder man presses on-"Was it not in the Kallio district? In a massage salon? Also isn't your name Ingrid Hanson, Fru highness?”-Without a hint of shame, she responds-" I admit to it, I was there, I lived there for about fifteen years. In Helsinki, it was much easier to find work in those times." After hearing those words Carl becomes tainted red like a tomato, in an angry tone, he mutters-" But how is it possible, Fru Hansson! I was there at a young age doing with you all sorts of lewdness, and I must add that for more than once, and now here you are calling people for holiness, and now you are in charge of letting go of sins!"- Protests the old man. She answers-"But what's wrong with that? I repent of what I've done, and so I went to a career in the church of Christ to atone. At the end of the day, it is in the service sector as well." Carl then felt the wrath building up inside of him, right after he spits in the holy temple and says to Priestess-"My legs will never be here anymore!" - So, he goes out of the temple for good! Since that day, the senior has never stepped into a church and has never prayed again. Recently, he has bought a motorcycle, to precise a Harley Davidson. He drives on it every day and is listens to AC / DC.  The thought about his soul has now escaped him forever.