Putting the Holy Bible back down on the end table, Stella thought about what she'd just read. What are angels?
Are they the fairies of old time religion? Are they messengers from God? Are they attention-getters reminiscent
of dead providers? This is why Stella makes it a daily ritual to read from the scripture - it takes her mind to a
different place than the often incoherent postings in the websites she visits on a regular basis. Why are we
strengthened by backers of our outpourings when the balm of having a point is strong enough? Stella
remembered when she wrote an essay on an English test that got the 60s equivalent of a smiley face from one
of the toughest teachers in her school how proud she was to show it to her Honor Society friend. Thinking back,
it was mediocre and just a shrouded gimmick bolstered by a funny phrase or two. Now is the time in her life when
she can't waste any more time following false prophets or pop culture pimps. The Bible's lasted hundreds of years
so truth is there among the concubine-slaughtering zealots and the Ark deniers. Fortunately, years of pondering
and gathering the light has Stella in an envious place - in touch with ALL her feelings. Right now, she's stirring
with impure thoughts about carnal deeds and we're not talking salacious real estate. Because of love, Stella has
her mojo on and Terry's not the source. Give my regards to Onan - he's not been seen around here for more
than sixteen years. And that's not just another verily I say unto thee.