Oh, Goddess damnit, will you ever go bug someone else?
Just as I thought. You wanted to talk religion with me, but you cant engage people in any other way than trough verbally abusive arguments, mostly based on what your imagination dreams up about your interlocutor.
I just dont want to discuss anything with you because you seem more interested in arguing than exchanging. Seriously, communication through verbal abuse is not my thing, and I see no point in trying to sift through your endless speculations on my character, motivations or earlier, my physical appearance to find whatever point you may have, or opinions I may have an interest in. It's just impractical, counter productive and absolutely not suited to meaningful interaction, on the net or IRL.
But maybe explaining my vision of religion in general will stop your overactive imagination from running in circles, and stop you once and for all from pestering me on a subject that should concern me and me only to start with, by making up all kinds of crap in your mind and blurting it out as truth.
I'm a deist, whatever that means. I am disappointed by my church, the catholic church, on a policy level mostly, but as with all religions, because I just dont believe humans know the first thing about the Divine Principle, least of all me. All they do is spin moral tales that pertains to their community, inspired by their own faith in something that none of us could possibly pin down.
I find all those tales fascinating. Especially the iconography associated with it. They speak to me of one same thing, with different names, viewed through the local eyes of the people of the times they were spun in, or painted in.
On the spiritual level itself, I'm over simplistic I suppose, but God or Goddess, Yawhe, Allah or the Sky Queen, Jesus Mahomet Buddha or Cracky, it's all more or less the same to me. I think the true mark of what is important in religion is what is common to all those, expressed in many different ways.
But the tales and folk art of the Crackyverse caught me by surprise. Somehow, if I am to believe in the tales of others to connect with something I cant define but do believe in as well on a deeper level, however superficial that deeper level may be, I choose the Cult of The Sky Queen since it is what makes my sense of the Divine resonate the most.
One shouldnt be asked to explain the personal mysteries of how he came about his faith, but there it is. Your opinion of it, or anyone else's for that matter, including the actual founders of this "religion", could not diminish what I do get out of it. And that, is private.
It just is.
And I'm not even the orthodox here. People call me the monk, but really, I'm a hermit. I'm pretty sure the founders of the religion, if they're still around or still see themselves as such, hate my guts probably just as much as they hate yours. I do my thing, for my own reasons, of which I told you a little bit, a tender one actually, which you promptly turned into ridicule. I dont mind so much, I'm used to your antics but really, if you want to talk to me, you'll have to stop banging your fucking pan, ok? KTHXBYE