A priest and a rabbi are sitting around, shooting the shit, blue-skying about their careers.
The rabbi says, "Well, if I'm lucky, and God blesses me, maybe someday I'll get a bigger synagogue, be paid top dollar, have a couple junior rabbis working for me...."
The priest says, "Well, if I'm lucky and blessed, maybe I'll be chosen a bishop."
The rabbi nods, "And then...?"
The priest shrugs, and says, "I could always get to be archbishop of a big diocese...."
The rabbi nods, "And then...?"
The priest lifts an eyebrow, speculatively, "Well...I guess it's not impossible that I could be elected to the college of Cardinals...."
The rabbi nods, "And then...?"
The priest snorts, but says, "I suppose it's not impossible that maybe one day I could be elected to be pope...."
The rabbi nods, "And then...?"
The priest exclaims in exasperation, "What do you mean, 'and then?!' There is no 'and then!' I'd be the pope! What's left, do you want me to be promoted to God?!"
The rabbi shrugs, "Well...one of our boys made it."
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Dull sublunary lovers love,
Whose soul is sense, cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
That thing which elemented it.
(From "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne)
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