BIBLE ALL OUT OF ORDER One thing's for sure; in the future, the morgues are going to be full of tattoos. It's going to be more colorful and easier to manage: "Hey Jeff, move Dolphin-Shoulder-Girl to tray seven." "And get Mr. Flames-on-My-Neck out for the doc." In Italy the tabloids are talking about LAmbulanza della Morte, the Ambulance of Death; a medic who was killing his passengers to provide business for his brother's funeral parlor. I think we can agree that the world is a Bible with the chapters shuffled all out of order. think we still can't decide which we want in the end: Justice or Mercy. When my doctor asks what my symptoms are, I tell her self-pity and a desire to apologize. She says my insurance policy cOvers self-pity, but not, unfortunately, remorse. Remember the movie in which Sidney Poitier plays a school teacher who returns the love letter from one of his students, returns it with all the grammatical errors corrected in red, heartbreaking ink? I'm sometimes afraid that's what Ive done with life. Yet here's what I have to say to all you travelers Moses doesn't make it to the Promised Land Cain and Abel don't get reunited in the end Belief is not a requirement to go on living. It's possible I have this all out of order. We'll end up at a funeral parlor run by somebody's brother, our bodies covered with scars and invisible ink. While Im lying there naked, flat on my back, I hope I remember all that I went through- the storms and the lovers and mountains; complaining at the top of my lungs; salting my grief with my mirth while being tossed this way and that, askew and asunder, in this blithering whirlwind of wonder. #тоні_хогланд