The Gusto

Yesterday I go to the grocery store. I walk in the cart vestibule and I glance to my left to find a little old lady. She was trapped behind the electric scooters, no doubt tried to navigate in to get one and she trapped herself. 

"You need help. Here" I said and dragged a scooter forward so she could get out.

"I want to use one", she said. I unplugged and pushed out the scooter she wanted. Once she was in, she just stared at the scooter and then at me. I showed her where the power switch was, turned it on, and then showed her how to use the grip handles to steer. 

"Bless you!" she said.

"Off you go!"  I replied.

I didn't have the heart to tell her I am a heathen.

Here's a map of Pascal's dilemna but not really.

I am squarely in the Gusto. Life observation, deep reading, and taking hundreds of hits of acid have put me in the position of No God/ No Soul, the Gusto. Go for the gusto.

I am an atheist and aspiritus. There is no God and I have no soul. Nevertheless I hold in simultaneous knowledge that the univserse is alive. And though I may not have a personality beyond death, others might. So I do have holy and sacred things, things that I myself have chosen. And strangely enough my choices align with the universe. And that is why I call myself a heathen.