My god is the flying Spaghetti Monster. One day I was eating the best tasting noodles I ever had. Some one might say orgasmic. Pure bless, and I thought I saw God. An aura of light surrounding flailing bands of noodles surrounding two margical meat balls. It was too much.
Every sunday I go to the temple and take communion with my fellow spaghetti monstertarians. The meat balls become his flesh, the meat sauce his blood. It's all very spiritual!
I seen many religious fanatics are Capricorns. I am trying to figure this out.