… in this image of the galactic center. He is at the bottom edge, well over towards the right, with his left arm cocked against his hip and his right apparently protecting his crotch. He appears to be wearing some kind of hat, possibly a fez with a feather in it, and has a big walrus mustache.
“My God, it’s full of stars!”
All donations to my new religion are welcome, but you will have to buy your own fez.
Hmm. My God has the same stance as yours, but he doesn’t sport a mustache or a fez. He does have a Mohawk hairstyle, and appears to be a member of Starfleet.
On my shower curtain there is a repeated series of patterns that includes Ozzy Osborne’s face circa mid-80’s. The things you discover while sitting on the throne.
On further inspection, I see a goddess, seated on a bench, in the lower center. That red mass. She’s either wearing a winged helmet or it’s windy where she is and she has a scepter made of four white stars. And her boobies glow. Not great posture but who am I to criticize a goddess? I think she may be about to give nttj’s god what-for as soon as she thinks of a suitable course of action. Maybe the schism is schisming is bigger than any of us thought?