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the-lord

Original: the-lord on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

Transcript

Panel 1: Two women stand talking. The first woman (dark-skinned, dark hair) asks, "Are you religious?" The second woman (lighter-skinned, with reddish/orange hair) replies, "Yes, and no."

Panel 2: A blonde woman sits cross-legged, narrating. "I never found God in a temple. For me, it's those long rambles in the woods that show me where the Lord is."

Panel 3: The blonde woman continues, gazing upward. "You mean like the effortless grace of an unfolding tulip, or the perfect circle of a fairy ring?"

Panel 4: Two dark silhouettes of figures stand among trees. One says, "The what now?"

Lower panel, labeled "EARLIER": A small child stands alone in a dark forest among tall tree trunks; faint faces seem to peer from the trees. Caption: "Do NOT tell them I'm here in the forest. They are ALWAYS asking for stuff."

Votey:
A single panel showing a large oval face (an egg-like or rounded head) in close-up against a dark background, with a speech bubble reading, "I hate them so much."

Alt text

A four-panel SMBC comic about religion and nature. Panel 1: a dark-haired woman asks a red-haired woman, "Are you religious?" The red-haired woman answers, "Yes, and no." Panel 2: a blonde woman sits and explains she never found God in a temple, but in long rambles in the woods. Panel 3: she rhapsodizes about the effortless grace of an unfolding tulip and the perfect circle of a fairy ring. Panel 4: two shadowy figures standing among the trees react in confusion, "The what now?" A lower panel labeled EARLIER shows a small child alone in a dark forest with faint faces in the trees, and the caption: "Do NOT tell them I'm here in the forest. They are ALWAYS asking for stuff." The joke: the woman thinks she finds God in nature, but the divine being is actually hiding in the woods to avoid people's constant requests. Votey: a large rounded face in close-up against black, with a speech bubble reading, "I hate them so much."

Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.