A friend of mine (by Jove! he's so quick-witted and funny; it would be a loss if he ended up in Hell...) tells me he's not interested in religion or God. I ask him if he's interested in himself.
(He proceeded to explain to me that God, "if there were God*", wouldn't need all those complex and complicated way to make Himself known to us. I asked him how, by Jove, would he - i.e. my friend -know.)
PS Oh, how it frustrates me when people decide to write themselves out of existence through sheer stupid, sulking stubbornness.
*Sorry God for this offensive, oxymoronic sentence - I'm just relating what the fool said; but then, what do I know about his heart? Maybe he's just a hurt, lonely, stubborn boy - like that man in Ludgate Hill at Lady Thatcher's funeral?
music: I don't know the woman or why she's there, but that's the only decent version of the song I've found; by Jove! how Dylan or his label guard their stuff! (I know I've played that song and made that comment before; if you recall them, just ingore the comment and listen to the song - but the whole of it this time, please)
