Who decides what's holy? Asking for a friend, of course. I've reached a point in this life where I see no reason to take anything very seriously. Don't suppose I really ever have. Oh, I worry about the suffering that I see around me. I try, these days, to do what I can, when I can, to help and stay away from sorrow.
Joy runs in my veins and I do what I can to share it.
Somebody keep an eye on me.