So I was talking with a co-worker today and for some reason I made the passing comment that the world could be made of cheese (oh how my mind works). Strangely enough he continued this train of thought and said "that would be great, so long as it wasn't limburger" and I replied "No that would be France." Now mind you thats not because I think France smells like limbuger but rather that the word reminded me of France, I can't help it thats just the way my mind associated it. Besides all that I have no sense of smell so I don't know what limbuger smells like anyway. So I mused, "if the world was made of cheese that would mean it would eventually get moldy right?" He just nodded, so I mused furthur "If the world is covered in mold then perhaps we are that mold, eating up the world bit by bit." He laughed at this point, I don't know if it was from the absurdity of the comparison between humans and low order fungus or if it was something else. "So if the world is cheese and we are the mold then maybe we are just floating around the infinite vacuum of God's refrigerator with the sun is the pesky fridge light thats stuck on all the time?" At this point my friend laughed quite a bit, but before I could let this insanity go furthur break ended and work once again began. So ladies and gentlemen, thats my new philosophy in life, the world is a moldy cheese ball floating around God's refrigerator and we are the mold on that cheese ball. Yep yep, I dub this new religion Cheesism and I think its going to be quite yummy.