A world without God is a blue and gray world. If I lived in such a world, for example, Sweden, I'd always have a pipe lit to remind me that the light and heat of the Father was near to my heart. Otherwise I might be tempted to go on welfare and eventually commit suicide. You know, just follow the normal Danish/Swedish life path.
There's an awesome series of long TV episodes/movies from Sweden called Wallander. This is not the BBC's Wallander, set in Sweden with the same character but starring Kenneth Branagh. This is the bona fide Swedish show. And it is so depressing. So perfectly depressing. When I watch Swedish shows I honestly wonder how those people keep going. At least in the U.S. we play really loud music and eat fast foods and drive fast cars with really loud engines to distract us from our loneliness.
Those dudes just float right in it, like a sense-deprivation chamber for the soul.
Anyway, this is what I want you, dear pipe smoker, for:
In the latest episode of Wallander, in which he finally comes to terms with his alzheimer's (can you imagine how awkward a detective show with an aging alzheimer's sufferer as lead detective is?), I spotted a little ray of light just past the whiskey bottle. Is it wishful thinking, or did I indeed see light? If you're a pipe smoker, you might be able to help me.