The Catholic priesthood is unswerving in its devotion to celibacy, a quaint notion that ignores the simple biological truth that we exist to have sex and reproduce.
But simple biological and sexual truths frighten men who wear dark robes; men who, for some reason, feel threatened by the damp moist holes into which they dream of poking their poles.
Perhaps the fear of dark holes stems from an unconscious fear of black holes—places which have never seen, and never can see, the light of Jesus.
If I were god and had to listen to nattering prayers and braying ululations, and if I had to endure centuries of priests and their anguished erections, I’d probably throw myself into a black hole.
Hmm. Maybe that’s where god is hiding.