I find it's too much for me to read endless critiques, even if we're being well-defended, of exactly what we're doing. When someone tells us something we're doing wrong on the boards, we try to respond, we try to be responsive to the fan boards, but yeah, I can't read them.

Sometimes my brain writes a check that reality can't cash.

I'm actually the fourth generation in my family to have no practical use for the church, or God, or religion. My children continue this trend.

Let's get on our knees and pray. I don't know to whom. Is there a patron saint of ballistics gel?

I have concluded through careful empirical analysis and much thought that somebody is looking out for me, keeping track of what I think about things, forgiving me when I do less than I ought. Giving me strength to shoot for more than I think I’m capable of. I believe they know everything that I do and think, and they still love me, and I’ve concluded, after careful consideration, that this person keeping score is me.

I have some ideas on how to fix that. They're not very good ideas, but at least they're ideas!

The idea of an ordered and elegant universe is a lovely one. One worth clinging to. But you don't need religion to appreciate the ordered existence. It's not just an idea, it's reality. We're discovering the hidden orders of the universe every day.