Seems like everyone I know in my personal life is more mentally ill than I am, to the point one is checking into a happy hotel semi-voluntary style for it. When I feel like the “lone sane person in a world gone mad” it’s more a feeling of sadness for all the suffering around me. So I was thinking, y’know, human sacrifice. If I’m the sanest person in the world, they should be able to crucify me and have my blood wash away the emotional disorders of man. Where the centurions at, I’m feelin’ generous.
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Somehow I do not think that nailing you to a cross would solve anything, but it might be just me.
Yeah, it worked miracles the last time they did that, huh? Cured everyone, it did.
last time the blood was used for salvation, which you can’t measure through observation until you’re dead (conveniently). this time it’ll be for curing mental illness, which is totally observable. it’s foolproof, i tells ya.