Can I tell you something?
As I have chronicled in The Way Back section of The Laughable Feast, my father was not an easy man to live with, rigidly doctrinaire in directing many aspects of my upbringing. But one bullet I dodged because he never fired it was that I was not required to practice a particular religion or attend any of their services. This may have had something to do with the fact that he’d much rather toil in the yard on the Lord’s Day than go to church, but mostly because he didn’t believe in the big guy. Being born a mutant human devoid of feelings and emotion, AO was free to use objective facts and cold reasoning as the only basis for making judgments, and that meant he didn’t believe any of the loaves and fish stories organized religion was telling.