WaitingForTheEthicsGradient

A capture of excellence, well done.
Have a good evening my friend.

Thankyouthankyou!
Have a grand week, missus. --- This text already seems to be in your language. According to Google ;-) ---

......sitting in a bunker here behind my wall......
.......perfect isolation here behind my wall.......

Now, now, dearie. No despair. Never. No pasarán!
PS. And if they do there's always my cellar, remember.
XX and good luck tomorrow.

Nice to see your's truly – I mean truly you – once in the while. It doesn't happen too often, does it? :)

That atheist needing something to pray upon -part is interesting, because it just so happened that I had a sort of mental revelation on it last Friday. It suddenly dawned on me that perhaps we don't need gods (or gradients) because they give us solace or comfort or any of that good old stuff, but perhaps we need them for symmetry, to balance our inner, inscrutable self with an outboard inscrutability, something that we don't need to even try to understand just like we don't understand that inner beast in us that we call awareness. That outer obscurity would justify our inner obscurity. In the cosy warmth of that outer Phlebas we can safely contemplate our own inner mystery. Wouldn't that somehow sound... well, logical?

Ah bliss! Dr. Spot strikes again! :-) :-)
I'm economical with true images of yours truly these days. They generally frighten the little children, alas... (but NOT the Shoggies, bless their protoplasmic socks).
As for your theological mini-disquisition, I find it as intriguing as you find my need to pray to something imaginary and larger than reality. I thank you for it and I shall go off and ponder it.
Ah, Phlebas... He was once young and strong and fit as a fiddle and where is he now, that's what I'd like to know. Sic transit gloria everyfuckingthing, worse luck.
Here, have a nicely melancholy quotation from TS Elliot (that Iain Banks used for the sequel to Consider Phlebas, Look to Windward):
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
Stay wonderful me old mucker.
Hug and goodwill.

And thank you Frank.

;) ¡abrazo!