Sun Worship Is Looking Good
Greetings all religious explorers, Steve here, I’ll be your spiritual guide today. Several days ago I posted about my idea that I should become a sun worshiper. Basically, my idea was that once you’ve spent a whole Winter in Vancouver and have gone without sunlight for, by my count 967 days, when you finally see the sunlight it would be about as close to a religious experience as you can have without illegal drugs. That was my theory anyway.
When the sun finally came out a few days later, the whole city of Vancouver went on full alert because of the strange ball of fire in the sky. When the ball of fire slowly started flaming through the greyness, I was in my basement apartment, polishing my gun. I slowly exited the house, shielding myself from the full-spectrum light and as the light hit my skin and my body began making vitamin-D, I had an experience which I find difficult to describe in words. I feel no shame in admitting that I cried. It might have been out of shear amazement at the sight or because my eyes couldn’t take the pressure. Indeed, it might have been a religious experience or I may have been drunk on light, it’s difficult to say, but in any event I had to be hospitalized with joy, which I’m told can be fatal in extreme cases. So Sun Worship is looking very promising. My girlfriend, Meghan, is taking me to the Easter service tomorrow and we’ll see how it compares, but somehow I doubt I’ll cry quite as hard. I’ll let you know.