Do you accept the flying spaghetti monster into your bellies as your personal lord and savior?
Will you be touched by his noodly appendage?
Come brothers and sisters, we shall feast on his body and break garlic bread.
Those who do not accept him into your bellies will suffer the damnation of a rumbly in your tumbly.
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That is my spot, in an ever changing world, it is a single point of consistency. If my life were expressed as a function on a four dimensional Cartesian coordinate system, that spot, from the moment I first sat on it, would be 0-0-0-0.