'Are you going religious?', says Sal. 'I hate it when you're going religious'. We're having a religious afternoon, we tell her, as we sip our beers. God's here, we tell her. God's everywhere, we tell her, but this only winds her up.
'You don't even believe in God!' We do when we drink, we tell her. We drink to find God, we tell her. Well, the Messiah, we tell her. And when we wake up, hungover, we know we've lost it again: messianism, the messianic epoch.
Everyone's religious nowadays, we tell her. Look at the kids! We look around us at the other festival goers. The men have long beards, the women have long hair. They look peaceful, serene, sipping their beers in the sun. It's like a revivalist meeting, we agree. We're all having a religious afternoon.
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