As children play games with imaginary things, initially a seeker indulges in little things. So simple people believe in simple things.

For the being, maybe. But for the spirit, there are no quick sands.

Blind-believers and staunch atheists have the same god - namely, a self-deluded, one's own shadow's bot.

I concede your god is the only god, except for one - my pal up there nowhere, Mr. NOT.

I'm a serious sort of fella. But don't tell me your pal up in the sky exists, and mine does not. Then, my middle finger gets offended! For, my buddy up there nowhere, Mr. NOT, too insists without proof, that he is. Same as your god. Is Mr. NOT nuts? If he is, are you not?

Those who advocate killing people of another religion or faith by labeling the latter as infidels are dick-heads; that too a bit too little.

Now that I've declared my religion, namely, NUTTISM; I anoint myself, Mr. NUTS, as its MESSIAH. And you damn well bow to our god, Mr. NOT. He reveals that your pal up there too is naught! Dare not criticize the messiah - me! Or you'll be kicked in the nuts by my pal Mr. NOT.

Little people make tall claims. As being this-that avatar or messiah. Some even say they're God. Well, if they are, I'm their grand-pop.

So, am I too, like all other humans, just a rogue? Sure! Just a notch less than those rascals wearing godly robes.