Religion’s Last Gasp

by Jason Nelson

Hey, how do you know what a rainbow tastes like? You’ve never tasted

a rainbow. Its colors might look a broad array of juicy, fruit flavored

treats, but something is missing. And something can be translated into

English. There is a smallish group of red-headed translators living in

northwestern Oklahoma. They live in a highly fortified complex, guarded by

a healthy mix of vitamins and minerals. When considering colors and the

bouncing qualities of light and precipitation, there is always room for

tightly lidded containers of multi-vitamins. Considerations must be

considered however, because considering is what those words imply. But

things always taste differently in the rain. And with a stomach full of

pills and head full of translations, you’ll have to fight the sun for a

taste of light’s full spectrum.

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