Your imagination is wacky, wayward, irreligious (I especially like that bit), and, in a strange way, "advanced." The perfect foil to the dismal desperadoes who think they see God in this, that or the other (in a starry sky but probably not in dog turds, oddly, even though they're made of exactly the same stuff), then think they can stop looking.   You get me looking proper stuff up, not just stuff in bibles that I need in order to crucify the crucifix aficionados. And there is no brickbat that could ever make you bitter. Kudos!