I must follow the inscrutable exhortations of my soul.
I think of football as a sport the way ducks think of hunting as a sport.
Calvin: Dear Santa, before I submit life to your scrutiny, I demand to know who made YOU the matter of my fate?! Who are YOU to question my behavior, HUH??? What gives you the right?! Hobbes: Santa makes the toys, so he gets to decide who to give them to. Calvin: Oh.
Yeah, but actually, I've got the same questions about God.
Dad, how do soldiers killing each other solve the world's problems?
What's the point of wearing your favorite rocket ship underpants if nobody ever asks to see 'em?