They say their god is infinite.

I know what they mean now. I can't say he doesn't exist any more than my next door neighbour's Aunty's podiatrist can say my super sock sucker isn't attached to the washing machine.

If something has credence simply by the fact you can't prove an abstraction is otherwise, we'll be here all night!

Prove your god is anything more than an invention of man to control others and I will accept the sock sucker is just an excuse for my domestic inadequacy.

In the meantime, laughing at people who are superstitious is not a sign of lack of intelligence, it is enjoying the absurdity of it still being relevant to shallow people.

No problem in people having hobbies, it's when hobbies start affecting people not involved in silly games that they deserve scorn and ridicule.

I remember saying, just as a turn of phrase, when a work colleague said he accidentally forgot to pay for a newspaper he took at the train station, that I would pray for him. He took me seriously and said, "You don't believe in that fucking rubbish do you?"

No, I said.