““What Creator god worth its salt would give even the slightest shit about a sacrificed goat or how often you masturbate? Besides, there is an element of self-respect here. He’s just not that into you. It is the neuroses-inducing idiocy of a personally approachable universal creator that is the savage belief. (Had Meister Eckhart been a Victorian explorer, Christianity would have put a better foot forward than it did with the retired vicars of the nineteenth century or the happy-clappy, flyover morons wandering about Africa and the Amazon today.)””
