Sunday Morning

"Behold. My revelation: I stand at the door in the morning, and lo, there is a newspaper, in sight like unto an emerald. And holy, holy, holy is the coffee, which was, and is, and is to come. And hark, I hear the voice of an angel round about the radio, saying 'Since my baby left me I found a new place to dwell.' And lo, after this I beheld a great multitude, which no man could number, of shoes. And after these things I will hasten unto a taxicab and to a theatre, where a ticket will be given unto me, and lo, it will be a matinee, and a film that doeth great wonders. And when it is finished, the heavens will open and out will cometh a rain fragrant as myrrh, and yea, I have an umbrella."

Sarah Vowell, The End is Near, Nearer, Nearest,
from Take the Cannoli