Finally! My long search for meaning has come to an end. All of my sleepless nights, lying there wondering if there was a God who loved me or if I was just terribly alone in a cold and desolate universe, are over. Because I have seen the Pasta! The scales have fallen from my eyes and I can now clearly see that the Flying Spaghetti Monster is the one true god!
I am filled with a sense of wonder at his meatball-eyed magnificence, at his pasta tendrils reaching right into my heart, at ability to slip saucily through the evening sky.
Oh faint grows my heart at my new comraderie with my fellow Pastafarians. Soon there will be little Houses of worship and fine Italian cuisine in every town in America. But that will just be the beginning, soon our lords saucy visage will be known and celebrated throughout the world.
Oh glorious day!
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Don't feed the trolls!
It just goes directly to their thighs.