Going to hell

I'm going to hell -- but first a message from a great poet.

Sube a nacer conmigo, hermano.

Rise up and be born with me, brother -- That is the first line of Pablo Neruda's poem, called Macchu Picchu. I find his poems in English and in Spanish at redpoppy.net

Okay, back to my life. I talked with Willie Sekula out on the sidewalk in front of my apartment. He works a chemist in San Antonio. He lives in the country near Falls City, which only has 600 people. Willie is one of the best birdwatchers in Texas. He told me scary things about the changing climate. Like the green jay, a pretty bird, commonly found in the Rio Grande Valley, but now nesting up here in Wilson Count, 250 miles farther north. Then he listed numerous species that have been migrating farther north because of climate change.

This may be true, but it's so gloomy. One alternative is Christianity, which around here, might mean the wrath of God striking us wicked souls and come judgment day it all ends with some going to heaven and some going to hell.

Oh, I didn't like that at all -- even worse than the scientists gloomy climate change scenario. I decided, then and there, that if God is so vengeful as to destroy the earth and to send the wicked to hell, then I want to go to hell too, because I don't want to be in heaven with God, if God is like that.