@stagman, @spinefex, et al - I have an Irish friend, who is big into 'awareness' and finding out why we are here - all that mystical stuff - but makes a joke of it as well - today he told me he was trying to get up earrly this morning, struggling to wake up - didnt manage and had a dream; and there he is, at the Pearly Gates. Finds there are two doors one bright and light with steps going up and St Peter standing there. The other is a darker door with a walkway going down and disappearing into darkness - and there is an angry critter guarding that one. So here he is, chatting away with St Peter, whilst the other guy looks like he is self-imploding with anger, stomping about, fuming . . . . My friend asks St Peter: 'what's up with him?" and St Peter says: "Aww, he's fumman an swearann, because today he was expecting someone big and imporrrtant and all he got, was a bloodied bit of an earrr"
