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I first took up the pen against religion on January 18, 2003 in a letter to the Afrikaans daily Die Burger.
It’s been five years, eight months and five days.
Today, having browsed the comments on my blog and the comments on my earlier web contributions on LitNet and Kletskerk, I have this specific demand: That somebody – anybody – introduce me to “God”.
I want to meet “God”. No further delays!
I don’t want shit like “he can be seen in the smile of a child” or “just look at the Baberton daisy”. And I certainly don’t want fucking shit like the X formation in the M51 galaxy and the cross formation of the laminin molecule.
I want to meet “God” face to face. I want “God” to take time out of his schedule to come see me personally, look me in the eye, identify himself and put out his bloodied right hand so I can shake it.
Can someone please introduce me?
Or is it asking too much?
By the way, I am not pig-headed. If “God” shows his mug and pulls a white rabbit out of nowhere – anywhere but a top hat – I’ll accept him, or, hopefully, her, and become a believer. I’ll go where the evidence leads. Will you?