Happy All Saint's Day. We now remember all those fine men and women whom the Church has not yet recognized for their devotion to Jesus Christ, and whom we believe are in Heaven. Now, I could go on with glowing bios of all the uncanonized souls I sometimes refer prayers to, but that would throw my audience into another fit.
Sadly, this holy day has not been too good to me, probably because half of the prayers I give to God these days are for things that God, due to knowledge hidden from me at the time, cannot grant me. I assure you, if there was a saint for hopeless romantics, h/she would find a great devotee in yours truly.
In their lives, people have the templates, time, matter, and the supernatural, and within those their duties and devotions. I have fulfill the duties quite well so far, but whenever I try my hand on a comforting devotion, it backfires. And I assure you, it is not fair. How is it that, in a college with a 40/60 men/women ratio, all the women are already taken? It's like Satan is bending the laws of probability to make me sad and lonely!
Salvador Dali & Francisco Franco, pray for me.