This is it. This is the start of something new. When the sun rose over the green hills of this fallen place, today it restored in us, the people of the green hills a path forward, a way to carry on and rebuild. Because the sun, father of our energies rose today, he shone on us as before but we were ready this time, ready to utilize that dormant power spoken of in prophecy that has been waiting to be unleashed. I felt it and I know that you did too. I do not wear sunscreen and you shouldn't either. Don't let those conglomerates deprive you of your natural force by stopping the suns rays penetrating deep into your cells. Many of you have whispered. I hear the rumours. But I am not in fact a traveller from the heart of darknest Africa. I am in fact from Cleveland and I am also medically classified as albino. Yes, yes indeed our holy father the sun himself, Mighty Apollo, has transformed me into the specimen you see before you. Burned to a crisp I've heard some of you say. (I hear your whispers). But no, this is the next stage of human evolution. I can for all of you this congregation to promptly disrobe on this glorious morning and bask freely with me in the heat and light of our powerful sun so that you may understand that the great power we see above might be stored locally and called upon in our moments of dire need. Praise the sun!