Well we are back from WDW. The magic ran out when the money ran out. The 5 of us had a great time and were subject to total immersion in the world of imagination.
His Highness MM evidently runs WDW, which is built on the premise that you can experience "heaven on earth" at least for a little while. Indeed the entire concept is built on "having your happiness now" . Your wishes are granted for a fee and then there are the lines. After all wishes do not come without waiting.
I saw no churches or chapels in WDW. I wonder if there are any. I wonder if there are any mangers in their Christmas programs are perhaps there are only Meece with beards. Now that is a horrible thought.
All is built on illusion which is the poor cousin of faith. The God of that land is The Maus and suffering and pain are not a part of that religion. I am not mentioning any specific names because I understand that WDW is staffed by a hoard of watchful attorneys. WDW is known for not settling. If I take His name in vain, they sue, I understand.
We are all back to reality now. The Maus has our offerings, and we had a fairly good time.
But somehow I feel slightly guilty like I had participated in some pagan Saturnalia.
I wonder if I die after attending WDW if I will go to "Tomorrow Land."
Well, this experience has raised a number of profound theological questions. Fortunately, I am not a profoundly theological person, so I do not have to answer them.
But I can't stop dreaming about that Darn Maus.
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