That maxim, it’s not an argument against atheism—it’s an argument against foxholes. - James Morrow

I figure that, given our “thrownness,” as Heidegger called it, we should work hard to become as bewildered as possible by this strange state of affairs, asking the most impertinent and audacious questions we can imagine. To do otherwise—and instead hand over the mystery of it all to dubious cults of expertise—is to waste one’s life, I feel.

I've been good, I've been bad—nothing gets her attention. What am I supposed to do, sacrifice a goat?"
"Perhaps you should start a religion. You know—reveal your mother to the world."
"How can I reveal her when I don't know what she's like?"
"Use your imagination. Everybody else does.

It doesn't derive from any sort of biology," snapped Augustine. "It derives from sound reasoning and the Book of Genesis. 'In Adam's Fall, we sinned all.'"
"Through Adam's shlong, our race went wrong," replied Saperstein, jeering. "I'm sorry, Your Grace, but it just won't wash, either scientifically or theologically.