Marga finds religion (well, /a/ religion)

Everyone who knows me, knows that I’m a devout atheist – but, after much soul searching (yep, at least half a second worth), I have found religion. As of five minute ago, I’m a Pastafarian – a just-as-devout worshiper of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. I haven’t quite decided what branch of pastafarianism I’ll be joining. Is the Flying Spaghetti Monster just one being – the being – or is he indeed, just the sum of the spaghetti, the meatballs and the holy sauce? Is it even up to us humans to ponder the sacred mysteries?
In any case, I’ve decided to go as far as changing my religion profile on facebook and worshiping my new-found God by serving spaghetti and meatballs (maybe even with homemade sauce) once a month or so.