A mystical experience

I am a devout atheist, and don't usually talk about the gentleman in the picture above (God (aka The Ancient of Days, by William Blake)). Well I've been thinking about this week and, shockingly, the idea of God came to mind.
Last weekend I was very happy. The more superstitious amongst us might say that I must have pleased God, therefore it pleased God to bestow some of his bounty upon Muggins.
From Monday to Saturday I was poorly with a sense of bereavement. So I suppose that I must have been evil, sinful, wicked. I must have given God the right hump, so he started chucking daggers and shit at me. I reckon God must have been bored; after all any job is boring once you know it, even with a title like Supreme Being.
Saturday to today I have regained my happiness. I must, therefore, have been penitent and contrite enough to satisfy God that I was truly sorry for whatever sin I had committed. He then performed what the superstitious would call a miracle. He replaced utter despondency with inner warmth. That really is one of his more remarkable miracles, and so much more useful to the common man that walking on water.
Here endeth the lesson from the Gospel according to St Spastic.