something fishy...

Imagine that I told you: That I have a big invisible friend. That he is omnipotent. That I entrust him with all my decisions. That he alone governs all my actions. That I speak to him on a regular basis. That he tells me right from wrong. That you should see him as I do.

I think it stands a fair chance that you would advice me to seek medical attention.

So, does God exist? I see no reason why he couldn't. But I see no evidence that he does. Until I do, I will retain my right to worship the Flying Spaghetti Monster. More of it at Bobby Henderson's site.

Thanks for the link Thomas :)