I have seen the light- oh yes, I have found a home, My love and I shall someday sleep so soundly covered in his glorious noodley apendages, til We awaken on our mountain.To the sound of flowing beer. How Great thy be, oh, Flying Spaghetti monster, for making birds fly, and all we mortal humans to not fall off the earth by holding down on all our heads, in such a kind way that mere mortal scientists mistake, as a silly theory ,they call gravity.If it be thy will, I shall thow myself off this cliff, as I have the faith in you, that you shall, for that moment not push on my sinfull head and I shall fly. No, great Fying Spaghetti Monster. I forgot, It is written. Thy shall not test the great Flying Spagegetti monster. To do so Would make a mortal guilty of the sin of Flip-Flopping. A sin punnishable by loosing elections, or at least making voting machines be tampered by Your evil Darkside counterparts…. The unnamed, lacking of humour and soul. RAmen.
Love to you all- You know who you are.