August 10, 2009
I was about five years old the first time I was told about God. I asked a few questions, considered the answers, and came to the concusion that they were playing a trick on me, like when they pretend to take your nose, and show you their thumb between two fingers. I laughed, and didn't give it another thought.
Family is cool with it; real friends are, too.
Fun conversation, good humor, irreverance, reasonable opinions.
Somewhat. Depends which portion of the public. I don't expect to make much progress with the snake handlers, though.
To find some intelligent conversation in this intellectual wasteland.
Intelligent people, very stimulating conversation.