DAY 27: I'd imagine heaven is like being inside freshly baked banana bread.

Just think how you'd feel if you were engulfed in all those sensual things that you associate with fresh banana bread; sweet, hot, fluffy, bright. These are the ingredients that I would assume go into the making of heaven. I could see God just being this old-ass bread baker, who has literally never lost a baking competition in his life. He bakes for the fun of it nowadays, but that's what makes it so good. The perfect amount of fruit and sugar. The air pockets and flour melding together in a moist mess of meditative masterpiece. What's the difference between your banana bread and his? His never runs out, and never seems to cool down.