I dunno, adding gingerbread yous as a party favor to your funeral sounds absolutely fantastic. Every funeral I’ve been to would have been improved by gingerbread people of whoever died.
I’d eat that up for sure, especially if it’s like a glazed donut.
Oh man there’s a business idea for someone. Horrific pastries. Imagine biting into a glazed realistic colon filled with elderberry jam. A liver with lemon filling. And many various body parts filled with something red like strawberry or cherry.
The first doesn’t give me pause because it’s pretty engrained into virtually all of Western society. The second… well that’s sort of the whole point of Catholic communion, isn’t it?
The first doesn’t give me pause because it’s pretty engrained into virtually all of Western society.
It doesn’t mean that it isn’t nonsense.
The second… well that’s sort of the whole point of Catholic communion, isn’t it?
Not at all. The transubstantiation is supposed to turn the wine and bread into the blood and flesh of Christ, “really and truly”, in spite of the “accidents” (i.e. the material reality of the wine and bread), and that by ingesting them they receive “the present of Christ’s sacrifice”. They don’t “eat sins”; they accept the sacrifice that supposedly delivers them from sin.
Of course, I think that all of that is nonsense, but that’s my opinion of all religious beliefs. I only know a little bit about the Eucharist because I live in a Catholic country.
I was with them until this part:
That crosses over into ‘what the fuck is wrong with you people’ territory.
Right? Who eats bread-body without blood-wine?
Everyone knows that bloodwine is for pairing with gagh, not puny p-taq bread
I dunno, adding gingerbread yous as a party favor to your funeral sounds absolutely fantastic. Every funeral I’ve been to would have been improved by gingerbread people of whoever died.
I was thinking more “Dave’s face made out of bread” than “gingerbread Dave.” I guess the latter doesn’t seem bad.
Like a photorealistic bread mould. Of a screaming face.
Death Mask Brioche
I would attend that funeral
But, DJ or live band for that?
With a playful strawberry jam filling that gushes out of its eyes and mouth when you bite into it
I’d eat that up for sure, especially if it’s like a glazed donut.
Oh man there’s a business idea for someone. Horrific pastries. Imagine biting into a glazed realistic colon filled with elderberry jam. A liver with lemon filling. And many various body parts filled with something red like strawberry or cherry.
You have to catch them first
In this house voodoo effigies are for eating only not burning.
And the notion of sin, or of eating said sin, didn’t give you pause?
Curious.
The first doesn’t give me pause because it’s pretty engrained into virtually all of Western society. The second… well that’s sort of the whole point of Catholic communion, isn’t it?
It doesn’t mean that it isn’t nonsense.
Not at all. The transubstantiation is supposed to turn the wine and bread into the blood and flesh of Christ, “really and truly”, in spite of the “accidents” (i.e. the material reality of the wine and bread), and that by ingesting them they receive “the present of Christ’s sacrifice”. They don’t “eat sins”; they accept the sacrifice that supposedly delivers them from sin.
Of course, I think that all of that is nonsense, but that’s my opinion of all religious beliefs. I only know a little bit about the Eucharist because I live in a Catholic country.
You didn’t ask me if I thought it was nonsense. You asked me if it gave me pause.
Well, if nonsense doesn’t give you pause, I don’t have much to add.
Bye.
If every nonsensical thing gives you pause, you must have immense trouble getting through your daily life.
In fact, I don’t even know how you can make it through Lemmy, let alone the rest of the internet.
“Bye” is a simple word, I’m surprised you don’t know its meaning.
You’re right, because I thought it meant someone was leaving after they said it. And yet you said it and you’re still here.