If the Flying Spaghetti Monster isn't real then why are the planets perfectly formed meatballs?

Our spaghetti
Who art in the colander
Hallowed be thy sauce
Thy serving come
Thy strands be wrung
On forks as they are on spoons
Give us this day our garlic bread
And forgive us our starchiness
As we forgive those who are starchy against us
And lead us not into Kraft parmesan
But deliver us from Chef Boyardee
For thine is the garlic
And the onion and the bay leaves
For ever and ever.

Ramen