Tempting

'maybe one day'

notre dame 200?

'i'm not touching cardinal pope whatshis foot'

words from the young shell of a flippant and self proclaimed 'atheist', who silently prays on occasion, in thanks or more often when retrospectively trivial events don't go in the desired direction.

present day

the ascent to the monastery atop mount temptation: there was a warn down stone which all the serious looking people were touching. at first the same thought passed, that of which the flippant young boy had had; but then a strange, naive logic struck, a sort of 'win win' logic. it played around on the mind for a good couple of seconds, it had come a long way, so this hand did touch that stone and playing the odds might just pay off.

take in the view and a cigarette or two, birds flitter on the breeze, flirting with the cliff, and we with the concept of religion.

chris

photo: hedvig