This is my scientology exam. I took it online. I have no idea what they are about. I have heard some nasty things about them. Things I don't want to repeat, and have my blog documented by the Scientology Headquarters, and end up in some Martian aqueduct with green goo being spread on my belly.
Well, actually, I don't mind. I like Mars. I like goo too. That might be fun. Anyway, I heard that they charge their members to reach certain levels of awareness. 20$ AND YOU ARE YODA! This along with the fact that they do not accept homosexuals into their faith, makes me sad.
I have searched for a cool faith to hang with. There really isn't anything. I dig sitting at The Dharma Center. That is nice. I like bowing to the Buddha. That is fun. I get it now. Before it made me mad. Now I see. I bow to BuddhaMe.
The truth is I like all religions. They all have good mustard. I don't think I can dance with any though. Especially not Scientology. That is not smart tennis.
I can't stop listening to the new Beck album though. I don't care if he is part of a cult. This is the best album I have heard in a while. He is beautiful.
"Don't you like hierarchies?" a voice asks.
"I don't believe in them," I say.
I dip my hand into the ocean.
It feels like faith.
It is home.
"Can we go together?" the voice asks.
"Get your swim trunks," I say.
It's good to ask questions. It's nice to swim with Beck.
I am happy in the ocean.
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