Huh, my dog could lick his own if he had any...

Goofus really knows how to make people smile indulgently, he really does. God is love is God etc.

There is no God, in respect of no God other than your own mental construction of the term, yet we all can love and recognise the symptoms. My dog used to get lover's balls, (hence the vet removing the urge to bugger off and empty them, leaving me apologising.) But although my dog can love, he hasn't heard of God.

Likewise, I can love. I love my responsible adult, I have loved, and thought I meant it, many more in the past. I love Sheffield Wednesday, I love my dog, (officer...) and I love a DECENT pinot. Ok, I love beer as well.

This idea that the rest of us have to ascribe good things to other peoples' imaginary friend gets my goat, it really does. I'll tether the bugger to the back of the car of the next person who tries to thrust their abstract mate down my throat.

But... If God is love to you, then well done. My love is for more temporal things, but I accept the idea of your love being for your see through mate.