My family tried to get me into religion, but I honestly can't remember a single moment in my life where it didn't sound anything but wildly crazy. We don't believe in Roman, Greek, or Egyption Gods because they're silly, but ours are totally real? Right.

In the 60s, I was into the Gemini and Apollo space programs, and I remember asking my Dad why the astronauts didn't see Heaven, and why wouldn't they visit Heaven as long as they're in the neighborhood? The "answers" were as unsatisfying as you can imagine, even to a 5 years old.

I remember sitting in church, and looking at the crucifix, and wondering what type of a club uses the torture of their founder to be the symbol of their "LOVE?" Really fucking weird, especially to a kid.