Oh day, light upon me. Oh world, I no longer accept the proposition that your environment is unsuitable for harboring gods! What is real living but holding on to the possibility of speaking with the ultimate? Give me small talk with the ultimate over the recitation of another sweeping scientific law, any day! (And especially today!)
May I leave nothing unglorified! How could we ever dare to linger unfocused again if we accept the chance that some symbol or sign, sent as a message from on high, might at this very moment be seeking to communicate with us? Imagine that—looking for notifications from the birds and sky and trees instead of a screen!
Oh great Athena, oh Zeus, oh pantheon writ large, may we begin to live lives interesting enough that you deign to mingle in our affairs again!