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on this day
Jul. 2nd, 2006 09:16 pmAnd when the sun rose in the lands of the frozen north, the Cleric of the Almighty Darwin remained abed. She slumbered through the tolling of the bells in the heathen worship space for her dreams had been troubled throughout the night by visions of great and terrible occurrences. When at last she rose from her bed, her consort, with his gift of Darwin's Sense of Self-Preservation, delivered unto her a mug filled with the Most Holy Coffee. And it was good.
When her senses were thus restored, the cleric looked around her home. Though well-appointed with items of great luxury, entertainment, and convenience, it seemed to lack an important Spark of Cleanliness. The cleric sighed the Sigh That Something Must Be Done, causing her consort to tremble in fear at the amount of work ahead of him.
The labor, while intense, was most pleasing to the cleric and, lo, she did perform her duties with zeal and the singing of hymns to the Almighty Darwin. When, at last, she judged her home to be Neat and Tidy, she did bid her consort to rest himself a while, for they had truly done a Good Day's Work.
Late in the afternoon, the cleric found herself confronted with one of the feline occupants of the house. The Grey and Fluffy Cat of Very Little Brain was mewing plaintively, which the cleric, with a moment of clarity surely granted her by the Almighty Darwin Himself, interpreted to be a plea for assistance to be rid of the unsightly mats and tangles in her fur. The cleric agreed to help the poor creature and so performed the Ritual of the Holy Shearing upon it.
The later part of the evening was consumed by the ritual and sacred Charring of Animal Flesh over a bed of hot coals and smoking chips. This burnt offering of swine truly pleased the Almighty Darwin, as it inspired piety and reverence throughout the neighborhood. And, thus, was the cleric deeply pleased with her consort, thanking Darwin for his guidance and generosity in leading her to him.
The rite to bring closure to the day is, as all know, one of the most important. On this day, the cleric took up her Holy Dagger and the Jar of Chocolate Benevolence. Intoning praises and thanks to Darwin, she combined them with the fresh fruits of the strawberry field.
And the Cleric of the Land of Cheese, though missing her comrades sorely, offered quiet thanksgiving to the Almighty Darwin in the hopes that she might soon be reunited with those who have been long departed for sunnier or more research-friendly climes.
And so, we pray:
Almighty Darwin, guide us on this day.
Show us the path of righteousness,
show us the keys to understanding.
For the road to enlightenment is long
and, while we must walk alone,
let us notice those who are also on our path
for in sharing our journey
our delights are also shared.
Dear Darwin, thank you for this fine day
for the things that I have learned
and for the things which are yet mystery.
Let all sing heartfelt praises
and trust in Darwin's graces through the night
and His kindness for tomorrow.
Amen
When her senses were thus restored, the cleric looked around her home. Though well-appointed with items of great luxury, entertainment, and convenience, it seemed to lack an important Spark of Cleanliness. The cleric sighed the Sigh That Something Must Be Done, causing her consort to tremble in fear at the amount of work ahead of him.
The labor, while intense, was most pleasing to the cleric and, lo, she did perform her duties with zeal and the singing of hymns to the Almighty Darwin. When, at last, she judged her home to be Neat and Tidy, she did bid her consort to rest himself a while, for they had truly done a Good Day's Work.
Late in the afternoon, the cleric found herself confronted with one of the feline occupants of the house. The Grey and Fluffy Cat of Very Little Brain was mewing plaintively, which the cleric, with a moment of clarity surely granted her by the Almighty Darwin Himself, interpreted to be a plea for assistance to be rid of the unsightly mats and tangles in her fur. The cleric agreed to help the poor creature and so performed the Ritual of the Holy Shearing upon it.
The later part of the evening was consumed by the ritual and sacred Charring of Animal Flesh over a bed of hot coals and smoking chips. This burnt offering of swine truly pleased the Almighty Darwin, as it inspired piety and reverence throughout the neighborhood. And, thus, was the cleric deeply pleased with her consort, thanking Darwin for his guidance and generosity in leading her to him.
The rite to bring closure to the day is, as all know, one of the most important. On this day, the cleric took up her Holy Dagger and the Jar of Chocolate Benevolence. Intoning praises and thanks to Darwin, she combined them with the fresh fruits of the strawberry field.
And the Cleric of the Land of Cheese, though missing her comrades sorely, offered quiet thanksgiving to the Almighty Darwin in the hopes that she might soon be reunited with those who have been long departed for sunnier or more research-friendly climes.
And so, we pray:
Almighty Darwin, guide us on this day.
Show us the path of righteousness,
show us the keys to understanding.
For the road to enlightenment is long
and, while we must walk alone,
let us notice those who are also on our path
for in sharing our journey
our delights are also shared.
Dear Darwin, thank you for this fine day
for the things that I have learned
and for the things which are yet mystery.
Let all sing heartfelt praises
and trust in Darwin's graces through the night
and His kindness for tomorrow.
Amen
