A glimpse of the edge you've avoided

No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.

If God could create one last spectacle before he hangs up his boots, just to let the crowd have something to remember him by, he would create Google. But two mere mortals, often simply called 'The Google Guys', got to that before him. Ammo for the non-believers.. Forget those old fables of your mother getting leprosy and you praying right next to her for the Almighty to come down himself as if you really were that important. No, benevolence has now gone global and comes in a much more compact, somewhat more believable form. Brace yourself for the 21st century Zeus; Google.

Sharing a  little anecdote would perhaps get my point across best. Quite recently my girlfriend was cooking me a meal at hers where we came very close to reenacting the Great Fire of London. Bless her, she still thinks shoving Tesco Salmon Fillets into the oven is cooking. Hopeless thing. In result of the general hocus-pocus flow of events that happen in a kitchen, something touched another and a massive fire was formed, perfected with ash and a very, very dark smoke in the air. Whilst the woman, so typically, ran around the kitchen, hands on her head as if 2012 had come early, I of course retained my manlihood, keeping everyone cool, like a man does. Hercules must've done a bit more, as the bravado wasn't quite putting the fire out.  The kitchen now filled with echoes of her bellowing; ''what should we do?!'' It came to the point where I did have to ask myself, what should we do? Now, I wasn't the closest of buddies with the Socrates, Aristotle, Plato; the chaps I call them, but I can safely assume that the boys would come to an unanimous certainty that the advice I was just about to give, was in fact probably the best one. I swear I did feel a hand coming down from the skies, through the roof and onto my head for a little pat in the head from them all. I said; ''let's google it.''

Yours Truly

Cunt