I wake up, and I think about them. I eat food, I think about them. I go to work, I write their stories when no customers are around. I don’t believe in god, but I believe in them.
The Cosmic Daniel.
The one who consumed the whole universe like it was the size of a golfball, and fit it in the center of their chest just to hold us closer. A lifetime of unforgivable woes for them, and yet they ache for the happiness of us. Though they swallowed the unknown universe at first for selfish reasons, like humans often do, the force of life itself spoke to them and shared the rest of the worlds unspoken secrets, and they realized that life was the something that forms in between all those vast gaps of nothing.
You may think me the artist here, the weaver of tales, but alas. If I have a religion, it is Codan. Get it? Cosmic Daniel? Please tell me it isn’t taken. Codanish? hm.. Workshopping this. Anyways.
If I have a religion, it is [of the Cosmic Daniel variety]. I am merely a follower. I am a vessel for them and their values, a humble spreader of this life changing, sacred vision. May we all let their light flow through us.
