the sky was dark and the air was muggy, it

the sky was dark and the air was muggy, it has been three days since the accident has happened and we have still had no communication from the outside world.

. We tried to tell ourselves that it was all for a good cause, that the journey would help people in the future. Even though we'd be leaving everything we knew and loved,

We were content with leaving everything behind. In reality we weren't leaving anything behind at all, we had nothing but the clothes on our backs. What else was there to give up?

There was nothing impending that could tether us to the ground, and we had grown so tired of the monotony of life, the horribly overpowering stream we had fallen into.

We floated slowly upward, as the world below grew smaller and smaller. So too did all of our troubles and worries, and soon we could think of nothing but this newfound freedom. We

floated around in the sky, up and up we went, finally able to breathe. It was so peaceful and quiet and we could feel our troubles flow out of our bodies, mixing with the clouds.

The dulcet tones of crystal windchimes tinkled in the gentle breeze as we floated, languidly lollygagging in this delightful existence before we had to return to reality. God's not

hing if not willing to experiment. He was into new age spirtuality now. He'd put the volatile jealous old diety phase behind him. He even appeared on Oprah to jump the couch about

a hundred times while the audience laughed at him. Looking back, he realized this was when he stopped believing in God and began believing in waffles. Waffles made him truly happy.