So I went on a quest seeking God. I looked high, drunk, low, sober, and one time I went on a trip to a monastery. I was there for the weekend and arrived a day early. I was well received and my needs were more than met. It was a quiet peaceful setting with lots of trees and the smell of gardenias at every window and door. I slept well and woke up with the monks. We circled up for breakfast, gave thanks and meditated. As we were eating our humble meal I thought I had found God.
Suddenly a man appeared bald, head long beard, and seemingly the leader of the clan, in a very soothing calm voice he asked if anyone had anything to say. Suddenly one of the monks jumped up and shouted with his finger pointed fiercely and screamed, " SCREW BROTHER TED, HE DOESN'T MAKE HIS BED OR DO HIS DISHES!!!" So I left the monastery and continued my search for God. I continued to search high and low, drunk and sober, and when all was said and done, I finally found God in the most unlikely of places, on my knees... Sincerely, Seeker Ron