Hesychast

Adam was just another young impressionable boy for the recruiters to lie to. He'd seen his future and it made him sick. What else could a boy from a middle of the road grammar school do but rot in a solicitors office for 50 odd years? Waiting for a crappy retirement playing golf which he knew he would hate with a woman he suspected he would despise. He could see each bitter divorce proceeding he worked on wearing at his soul: wives bemoaning the cheating husbands they wouldn't have had sex with anyway; before tales of the grubby loveless grinding of arthritic accountants hips on the pelvises of disenfranchised young girls is recanted in detail. He could see it all before he'd finished his A-levels and he wanted out.The glossy monastery brochures and the adverts full of orchards and wine and hot young nuns seemed a world away. Father Anthony promised him that a life with God offered power privilege and pussy. He used to hate the recruiter but now he took responsibility for it all himself. He shouldve realised that Julie Andrews wasnt actually a nun and that the footage was cut from at least two movies hed seen that very year. He made the best of it. Now The Mighty Tangerine Monk lives on the fringes of religious society. A hesychast unwilling to relinquish the habit he now wears like a scar he preaches an agnostic atheism to all who wish to be rescued from God.