(You wouldn't know about Uncle Eyeball unless you've read a couple posts from two years back. Click on his name in the previous sentence and they'll bring you up to date.)
"Dear Uncle..." I began.
"No, no, this is an election year. Let's relieve ourselves from formality and pleonastic rhetoric."
"Agreed, Uncle! Now how'd you get a jet-propelled butt?"
"Oh, the usual way, wrong bottle in a border town."
"You've been traveling, then..."
"Yes, Geo., conducting a survey of politics and religion."
"And doubtless found each lining up with the other."
"I saw some churches boiling over with heat and hatred but true religion doesn't debulliate so readily. Some churches skill themselves in arresting human thought long enough to make a fortune and move on to broader markets, but they're the lesser temples. The real temples, the important ones, are much more compact, protected by cranial vaults and number above seven billion now."
"You mean human heads, Uncle?"
"Mmm...yes those. You see, the holiest temples are occupied with the propagation of reason and compassion, a future with love in it. But there's resistance to that future, too."
"So what's the future like, Uncle Eyeball?"
"It's a lot like the past only less predictable, which is why memories come true oftener than dreams. Each of these billions of temples subtly affects billions of others and, in combination, can produce a paradise --a future full of energy and kindness, minds engaged in pursuit of knowledge, inquiry, harmony and the belief that misery is not desirable--- otherwise..."
"Otherwise you just get exhaust from a burning butt. Be careful, nephew, what bottle you drink from."
There was a flash, a sonic boom and he was gone, continuing his survey, but I love Uncle Eyeball and he loves me. He'll be back.