homo religiosus does not exist.
We are homo ludens.
Eliade can eat my shorts. I'm all about Huizinga.
That is all.
For now. :)
On Sept. 6, 2004, on my way home from Chicago, I began a chant of "fotamecus, fotamecus, fotamecus. . ." I was calling on the servitor who distorts and compresses time when it will help us.
It's 3 hours from Indianapolis to Columbus: exactly 180 miles. I exited Indianapolis driving at 65 miles per hour. The time was 6 PM.
I arrived in Columbus at 8 PM, and my speed did not exceed 65 mph.