One of my great passions is discussing faith and religion with those that have them. I am an atheist by no other name, and find faith fascinating. There can certainly be great fun in leading someone into a theological trap that they had only just made a few sentences earlier, but I have found the joy has faded. I believe that, by their reaction to such moments, one can see much of a persons faith lighting their eyes. The thinner the faith the more hostile the reaction, with the most hostile only clinging to a veil of faith that allows them hedge their bets. These, not brave enough to deal with what they now know, bore me. The middle ground seems to consist of those that, once they become aware of the crop circle you are making together, become confused and shrug off the conversation. Lastly, I see the truly faithful, so completely immersed in their beliefs that they neither get upset or throw off the implications, but doggedly pursue the trail never seeing their own footprints. You've got to give them credit, and I do, these that stand for something. I could go crazy with their inability to compromise or negotiate, but instead bleed a little at the tilt. This is not my battle.
I never want to take something dear from someone. Theirs is solid and, I believe, a dangerous rock to flip. The others, the afraid and the narrow, they threaten my peace. They either act on false pretense or are led to action under false pretense. These I will lead around the cornfield whenever I can with no remorse.
