I'll start my own religion!

Lest we forget.

There's bluegrass in the air so it must be Saturday. Yesterday I wrote that space could consist of tiny 'packets' of space which are sort of crocheted together to make the space we all know and love. Which reminded me of my own Grandmother who spent many hours crocheting doilies. But I didn't carry the thought to its logical conclusion. Space could be an infinite group of little old ladies crocheting in unison to fabricate all of the space in the known Universe. Some how that's seems a better fit to reality than an old man in a robe on his knees with a Magic Marker pen marking off whatever He'd be marking off. That sounds too much like Scientology. Instead of just having my own church (The Church of The Holy Hologram) maybe I'll start my own religion worshipping the infinity of little old ladies who keep the Universe together. Call it Spaceism. Holidays could consist of those times when one whole row of of space is completed and they all move on to the next row of the Universe. Other holidays could coincide with events which distort space in certain ways. The little old ladies could be the nobilty of the Church.
Thought: Would warped space depend the effects of nearby bodies as according to Einstein or would it have to be inserted at the time that 'packet' of space was connected to the Universe? That could be one of the mysteries of my new religion.
My new religion would be proof that we're all on this flight together.

Dick