Wow, okay. First, the walk home tonight was a real slog. It’s wet, blowing, and generally quite onerous to be outside. I had a few errands to run after work which meant that I was out in it more than I wanted to be, but I am home now, mug of licorice tea in hand, and all is forgiven. Or is it?

Heh.

In the middle of my walk, just before getting to the train bridge, two guys said hello to me, and then proceeded to attempt to hand me a card. I didn’t get to really read what was on it, but I generally got the idea. I told them that, while being spiritual, I wasn’t really interested in examining an organized religion at the moment, and thanks, but no, thank you.

We parted ways, and I started thinking about it. Is being Vegan my religion? What is a religion, anyway? Am I following a set of rules laid out by a leader? Veganism certainly has ideals and goals, but is it a religion? I don’t know. I consider life sacred. I put all animals on an even footing. I believe they deserve the same treatment, whether they be a dog, or a cat, or a cow, or a pig.

Hmmm. I must give this some more thought.

I did notice one thing, though. Christmas lights look miserable in the rain. Especially at night, when there is mud on the ground, fog every where, and the glow from the lights is trying unsuccessfully to brighten the surroundings. You need snow to do Christmas lights properly, I think. They need the crisp white backdrop to reach out into the night and pull you into the Spirit of the season.