Several years ago, I attended a night "class" at my Freie Gemeinde congregation on the philosophy of religion, taught by a young guy not long out of divinity school at the University of Chicago. A nice guy who was not there to perform intellectual gymnastics, but the class completely kicked my azz. I once thought I could hang with people on this stuff, but not any more. It was so confounding I just threw up my hands and decided to go with the story of two naked people in the garden who ate an apple against orders and changed everything for the rest of us.
And it works. I still enjoy that first cup of coffee in the morning, exchanging insults and thoughts with other hockey fans on this website, and having two fingers of rum when I get home at night--all without the troublesome cloud of confusion or doubt. Most important, I am now entirely accepted as one of the team in my bowling league. I'm thinking captain by the end of summer.
Kant Schmant