After my escapades with Miroslav Christ, religion now keeps jumping uncannily out at me. Wherever I turn there's a church or a symbol or an insect (see below).
Just the other day, the doors of a pub flew open and Tonda Novak, the well-known plumber, came storming out at a speed previously unknown to him, and bellowed, "Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ ... you ox! Stick it up your arse, ox!"
But it's uncanny too and biblical in the connection to glistening gold money - the root of all evil, so they say, and I kind of agree with, depending how the money is used. But most money is worshipped out of sheer greed.
It's getting confusing.
After a quick search, the results turned up a wide range of similar pictures but none with the square IN the circle. All the others have the square OUTSIDE the circle, indicating that my painting is true khama as the artist has managed to square the circle - a feat that has eluded science for thousands of years - during an epiphany ... much as Archimedes bellowed "Eureka" when he got in the bath, not, as popular legend has it, because he burned his bollocks, but more to do with something about mass and volume.
It's becoming sensationally uncanny.
To cool down from this religious overdose I took a shower, a warm one because Autumn has arrived and the world is turning gold and misty and fresh, and as I turned to give my watchamacallit a good scrub this vision appeared on the bathroom wall from the days of Rome when baths were invented and life became one long orgy, by all accounts; a tradition, not particularly religious, that continues to this day, organised by former Italian prime minister Silvio Berlusconni who has destroyed the original mantra of free love by charging people to come and pay the birds for a knee-trembler.
It's truly uncanny.