I believe in Him, whichever one He is, because why not?

Outside watering the plants this evening I came across an image of my new Savior:

As he appeared to be blowing soot at me, I took that volcanic plume emenating from his head to indicate that my new Savior was some sort of Fire Lord. Then it occurred to me that I might've been seeing my new Savior from the wrong angle, which it turns out was true:

Turns out my Savior is a poorly coiffed but vigorously bearded man who met an unfortunate end when someone put a bullet in his head.

This, my readers, is what students believe rhetoric teachers do in their classrooms. Fun as it may be to find meaning in a meaningless world, that's not actually what we do. That "man" I photographed above had evaporated before I returned from the kitchen with the water jug that'd created "him."

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[dr_eats_babies]

We call that one Muad'dib.

[SEK]

I'll take an antecedent for $200, Alex.