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It seems that God does not want me to sleep. I have been up since 0230. Thinking. I don’t get up to write because I think I should try to sleep, so I keep trying, to sleep. I have three blank documents I’ve started: The Road to Damascus, The Reality of Jesus, and Why Catholic Priests are Gender-specific; however, the idea behind each of the documents remains an disordered entropic jumble of sentences and discordant thoughts that would require an hour apiece, at least, to bring to a relative state of a more ordered decrease of entropy. Sadly, I fear I’ll be too tired. So, here is a video instead. Everyone likes videos whereas only a select few have the patience, or time, to suffer through too many consecutive paragraphs of histrionic tortured prose.

The Rock on which the Resurrected Christ told Peter to cast his net off the right side of the boat.