A rationalist's spirited preoccupation with faith -- using a microscope, a telescope and a 10-foot pole -- watching the self-immolation of humankind with a bucket of water in one hand and can of gasoline in the other. This is written in mind of the audience who will be picking through those ashes.
"Of all the questions you might want to ask / about angels, the only one you ever hear / is how many can dance on the head of a pin." -- Billy Collins, bio {Others' quotes}
