You have a very obscure religion.

I really do, don't I? A formative place, a place where matter meets spirit, at the end of a trail I've been traversing my entire life. The end where I get to see the beginning again, like viewing through a telescope a thousand miles away. The motivation to fly higher than the sun. In my religion, the Sun is the center of the solar system, the planets are directly above our heads, and space is a straight line. A planet which you visit above you, on the highest plane imaginable yet still oxygen-rich. A space god, falling down from heaven, to morph into the ground, and shoot energy beams out of its eyes. A continent full of people who want to find the answers, and need only look down at their feet to know: they were meant to travel. Through space, across the universe, to the moon and back--whatever. The goal is not to get the highest G-force in a rocket-ship, but to get the highest step count on the pedometer. My religion is a religion of matter and energy. The highest tenet of our faith is if I zap you, you zap me. An electrical faith of things and minds and people and seeking fulfillment, to urge man to forge ahead during their lives. Then, at the end of it all, a great thunderclap secures your eternal home in the sky.