Having completely spoiled the onion and carrot stew with way too much pepper, I was forced to visit our local snack bar, for some hot snacks and some cool ice cream to take the edge off our tongues. Since it is the only locality in this part of town, they have about seven or eight people serving there full time, and customers standing in line right outside the door at times. It’s an efficient setup, with one of them taking orders, and taking your money, and the others being directed by the chief, who checks for errors and corrects unanticipated situations…

Having ordered and paid, I sat down next to a father and his child, to wait for my number to come up. No particular motivation to sit there, except it was the most obviously available chair in the establishment. But as always, the Grand Design had a surprise for me: Dad’s order was called, and he took his son, leaving a table with three seats vacant. Vacuums do attract, and in that turmoil, three cheerful school girls were drawn into the void, which now looked more like the to me. Not so much because of their appearances, but rather because of the animated discussion these youngsters were engaged in!

And no, these aren’t them, just an image peeled off to give you an impression of them, nothing else…

 

I didn’t notice at first, but got involved the moment one of them asked out loud what she had to do with the receipt. Since her friends obviously were oblivious to its pupose as  well, I pointed out the receipt number, which the delivery lady calls out loud the moment you can get your order.

Until then, no information about me had flowed into their direction, but their next sentences sure had me wondering how this delightful trio had wandered into my awareness: not two minutes later, these teenagers were discussing the Bible, and the loss of certain essential parts of it in the most sincere way, but with the lightness of youth generously strewn over it. I couldn’t help remarking to them that much later information had also been put in there, which was accepted without any hesitation. I went back to waiting for my number, and zoned out at least partially…

To no avail however: they pretty much were very outspoken about today’s world being severely fucked up because of all these religions fighting over who’s deity is the One. To the unnamed trinity,  it was clear as a whistle:  They would just begin the religion of French Fries, convert the whole world, and put an end to this incessant warring!

I didn’t even think to offer them my solution of staying outside of all religions, and going their own path. Frankly, I feel they don’t need it: these beautiful beings think and feel for themselves, without disregard for the environment they live in. They don’t need additional info on how to pick up the vibes of the Cosmos!

Love your kids, even if they’re not ‘yours’ 

Dre’