'Der is a religion on Earth, with about six billion followers.
The only thing is that the followers don't know they are following. They are secret followers, from only in their deepest darkest areas in their Human minds do they adhere to such an unusual and different faith.
This being the faith of Hynotoadism. They worship the God, Hypnotoad.
As soon as they see the very image of the Hynotoad, they automatically bow down and pray to him, lost in hypnotic trance.
The truth of the Hynotoad. I have discovered....
That the Hynotoad is indeed only metaphysically actual. One can only look an image of him of course, only an image.
An image like this one.
ALL PRAISES TO THE HYPNOTOAD
The Curious Raptor?
It is he that roams this very celestial plane, just wandering about, looking for something to ponder over something wonderful and interesting.
And that is all The Curious Raptor does, for it is all he can. He is a thinker. He can only but think about things of such greatness.
He has no way of physically interacting with the outside world, outside of the thinker's bubble that shields him from all else.
Nobody knows if he really wants to take part in the trivialities of normal life for sure, or if he is content being curious and puzzled.
Many of Earth finest(talk show hosts) has tried to contact The Curious Raptor...All have failed. For their curiosity was the end of them.
The Curiousness of the talk show hosts curiosity about the curiosity of The Curious Raptor lead to their untimely demises.
I think about it.
Yes, I finally thought about it
It takes a darned well time to come together over the thinking chair and think long and hard about such an epically challenging inquest of the mind, I have been informed warningly that many have lost their very well inner most sanity while debating it inside their selves.
Yes. This is serious business. For the most serious of folks, like myself of course.
Oh, but you want to know the question? Oh do you now? Yes I believe so that you do, therefore I may as well give you an answer to YOUR question......
And the answer being?
I sit down.
I take out a pen to be alongside the usual companion, the sheet of paper. Although, this pen and paper sheet appear to not be indeed physical, they are contained inside a computer screen, the screen of a laptop to be proper.
And I do what I can do only and what I can do best, write what ever comes into mind, anything and everything, everything that I think of and that can always depend on what I was feeling like at the time. So it seems current, I need a blog to vent thoughts without having to see my pathetic chicken-scratch-like handwriting.
So then I guess, its not writing is it? No, its typing, with a keyboard, made my striking the individual keys to give the computer a command, an order.
This emotionless, inanimate object works as an access to the greatest interconnected system of computers in all the land, the land being Earth, the Sol system,the Milky Way and quite possibly beyond.
I stand up.
