Do YOU believe? Open this to see Goatonapole and its principles...

"Goatonapole is the philosophy of being that holds that there is a Goat and a Pole and that the Goat is on the Pole. In the relation of Goat and Pole we Goatonapolists find an eternal thread of unfathomable cosmic significance, a point of reference in which all opposites dissolve into a unity of infinite breadth, a universal truth underlying the very fabric of existence. Upon contemplation of the Goat, the Pole, and their relative positions, one cannot help but realize that we've always been talking about Goatonapole. Whether we accept, reject, or live in ignorance of Goatonapole, we are all Goatonapolists."

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Courtesy the Saturday randomness of searching the Internet via our local movie reviewer, Shawn Levy, in the Portland Oregonian.

A possible breakoff group who refused to recognize the Holy Noodly Appendage

Perhaps it's possible to be both a goatonapolist and a Pastafarian, at different levels of consciousness.

Pasta or Goats....goats or pasta. Little pellet poop, or maranara.

For instance, a good bit of feta on a ceasar salad to go with your penne...perhaps you could see the two as outgrowths of each other; or perhaps the goat is a tool created by the FSM, in its infinite noodly wisdom, to enhance our connection to his culinary divinity.

I'm not entirely sure how the pole fits in, but perhaps a prophet greater than me will come along to fill in the theological holes.

But maybe it was 102 degree temperature, I haven't a clue.

I think I should create a NEW religion called SHEEPONAPOLE. They have good balance, too, those sheep.

But I'll have to convince a few disciples about this NEW religion.

Or you could call it a philosophy.

Or I could just go soak my head and try to get the fever to go away.

Last night, at about 2 AM, I watched a PBS show about "The Making of the Pope" (That wasn't it's real title, but I didn't see the beginning.) I hope I don't offend anyone, but the ritual in the Catholic church is so out of touch with what I believe -- simpler is better -- that I just sat there in bed and soaked it all in.

The buildings, the prayers, the Latin, the pomp, the circumstance. It's very heady and pretty amazing that something could have gone THAT FAR in religion.

But I digress. It was wonderful that people believe it and it helps others. Except for all those little children who got fondled and worse. I con't think I will ever think about Catholicism again -- without thinking of them.