Kapihan sa Kanto

Stef stumbled upon this passage while reading "The Lost City of Mars" by Ray Bradbury, and I stumbled upon it on Stef's blog:

Don't you feel as if you stood on the threshold of a giant blast-furnace kitchen and inside somewhere, all comfortably warm, vast hands, flour-gloved, smelling of wondrous tripes and miraculous viscera, bloodied and proud of blood, somewhere God cooks out the dinnertime of Life? In that cauldron sun, a brew to make the flowering forth of life on Venus, in that bath a stew broth of bones and nervous heart to run in the animals on planets ten billion light years gone. And isn't God content in His fabulous workings in the great kitchen Universe, where He has menu'd out a history of feasts, famines, deaths and reburgeonings for a billion billion years? And if God be content, would He not hum under His breath? Feel your bones. Aren't the marrows teeming with that hum? For that matter, God not only hums, He sings in the elements. He dances in molecules. Eternal celebration swarms us.

And how she felt is how I feel, except I'm not at McDonald's.