It’s not easy

Have you heard about the Diphy?

The religious sect that lives on a tall desolate death-trap of a mountain, where they balance for days on a single reed of bamboo, on one leg, and recite prayers in ancient Aramaic, translated into Klingon, and eat only one grain of rice a fortnight and are condemned by pain of death to vows of celibacy, silence and thinking only of the colour green?

Really, no?

You’ve never heard of the Diphy cult?