Find a godless beauty and endanger my imperishable soul? Get the hell out of here.
At bottom though, I find nothing of value in materialism. The more wrinkly I become in fact the more sympathtic I find religion. The quiet, unimposing strain of JC's gang with which I live are more to my liking, the Sunday worship, the hymns, the gothic architecture of the parish church, the King James Bible. There is music in it all.
Tell you what though, if you don a cross and bend the knee with me, I will touch you where no man before has gone. Call it a compromise.
There is no such part of my body where no man has been

what else have you got on offer?
