Today's featured daily humor:
I was walking downtown when I passed a nondescript building painted white Curious, I entered the small, single door and looked around. Inside, at the front of what looked like a sanctuary was an empty altar with a large zero mounted on the wall behind it. White robed acolytes were lined up singing hymns to emptiness and the Great Vacuum. I turned to an acolyte who wasn't busy and asked him, "Is Nothing sacred?"