Praise Be!

Kota Ibushi is my favorite pro-wrestler. Hands down, no contest, no one else comes close. One of the reasons is that, every time I see him wrestle, it feels like a religious experience. The way he performs, he moves, he acts, all of it is a glorious spectacle to behold. Ritualistic dances are par for the course when he is in the ring, as the following pictures show. 

 
I should get these images made into a triptych...

Notice Okada in the middle picture, kneeling in reverence, mouth hanging open in awe (as he should be). I would be in this same posture every time I watched a Kota Ibushi match if there was not someone in front of me to block my view.

What inspired me to ruminate about my pro-wrestling god today was having another religious experience, though this one was food-based. I tried a croiffle, a croissant waffle, for the first time today.

From now on, any time I read about manna from the heavens, I will be imagining this.

Dear reader, my soul transcended to a higher plain and I reached Nirvana while a choir of angels sang of all that is pure and good in the universe as I ate this. The likes of Elysium is not good enough for whoever first thought of making this delectable treat. Bliss, joy, exaltation, none of those words accurately convey the sensation of this taste on my tongue. If you have never had a croiffle, I suggest you remedy that as soon as possible. It may not change your life, but it will certainly make it better.

And now, when the time comes for me to leave this mortal coil, if I am fortunate enough to have a say in how I pass, I want to go with my eyes on Kota Ibushi and a bite of croiffle in my mouth. That would truly be divine.

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