The horrors of last night’s bout of gastroenteritis were best forgotten and your delicate sensibilities spared except for two issues. First, I am still feverish and my battered abdomen feels as though I have gone several rounds with Mike Tyson. Secondly, Laura has been cheerfully baiting me about a moral theological and - yes - ontological inconsistency she detected in my feverish ramblings. It seems that during the course of the night, I was attempting to cut deals with the entire apostolic church, various saints, archangels, cherubim and the Holy Family. Being something of liberal and inclusionist as well as desperate, I also bargained with various other pantheons. It transpires that in return for restored health, I offered timeshares in our beloved pet labrador to both Ganesh and the Aztec Plumed Serpent.
Now, here is the other thing. Despite a list of extravagant yet earnest promises made to the sundry theological entities that wandered across the murky spaces of a febrile mind, your humble narrator is an avowed atheist. So, given that promises should always be kept, what about promises sincerely made to non-entities?
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