Foundation

The Foundation When we went to school aeons ago Christianity and life were easy for a teacher and us. Jesus on his cross and a disappearing act Daniel, fighting ogres and lions. Pupils didn’t believe anything of this but it passed the time waiting for the school day to end jumping on our bikes and playing cowboys and Indians those who lived in America. But a residue of what we were told stuck I have been thinking of religion’s origin before the told stories, entertaining as they were. I think we need the abstraction of an afterlife (Not aftershave) When the man rose above the struggle, the leisure to think, is this all? There must be more can’t end like this, forever be dead; God was the rallying cry we gave him life and spun an endless yarn.