Dear God,

I think he’s cool with “Jehovah” – at least that’s what I learned from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. That, and in the Latin alphabet, “Jehovah” starts with an “I”…

God is the generic name, Super F*cking Amazing almighty, is more like it.

Skipping the nomenclature topic, on to the “zen” of the “cartoon”
Just back from Nihon (Japan) for cherry blossoms
They “worship” the blossoms for their transient nature, here today, gone tomorrow
As I live in a commercial cherry production area, it’s a much much different experience.

Hi Hugh,
Thought you’d enjoy this poem. Cheers, Joe
Poem: “Heaven on Earth” by Kristin Berkey-Abbott from, Whistling Past the Graveyard. © Pudding House Publications, 2004.
Heaven on Earth
I saw Jesus at the bowling alley,
slinging nothing but gutter balls.
He said, “You’ve gotta love a hobby
that allows ugly shoes.”
He lit a cigarette and bought me a beer.
So I invited him to dinner.
I knew the Lord couldn’t see my house
in its current condition, so I gave it an out
of season spring cleaning. What to serve
for dinner? Fish—the logical
choice, but after 2000 years, he must grow weary
of everyone’s favorite seafood dishes.
I thought of my Granny’s ham with Coca Cola
glaze, but you can’t serve that to a Jewish
boy. Likewise pizza—all my favorite
toppings involve pork.
In the end, I made us an all-dessert buffet.
We played Scrabble and Uno and Yahtzee
and listened to Bill Monroe.
Jesus has a healthy appetite for sweets,
I’m happy to report. He told strange
stories which I’ve puzzled over for days now.
We’ve got an appointment for golf on Wednesday.
Ordinarily I don’t play, and certainly not in this humidity.
But the Lord says he knows a grand miniature
golf course with fiberglass mermaids and working windmills and the best homemade ice cream you ever tasted.
Sounds like Heaven to me.

Kurt Vonnegut quoted his uncle as saying, “I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.'”
And Hugh Macleod says, ‘and remember, this moment will never happen again.’
I mean, fuck… If that doesn’t make you think about appreciating every moment I don’t know what would.