It was a dark and dreary day and clammy, really clammy, like when you have really sweaty hands that are cold and clammy.

It was a day like that, super, super clammy. It was one of those clammy

days when all you can think about is shaving off all your body hair, but with a kind of dull razor blade,

so that if you accidentally sneeze while you're doing it

and jerk your hand while you're shaving,

that you don't accidentally give yourself a TK smoothie.

John Amos says no. The world has no need for more unsullied drones. What the world needs more of are faith detectives like me, Rank

Macbatten Faith Detective, a man with more than enough faith to set the

record straight when sinners get their hopes up, thinking

that they can progress from kingdom to kingdom in the eternities.

Sure it might not make any sense that immortal eternal existence stretching out forever on both

sides of this brief moment in mortality would be determined solely by this time of

ignorant line leading the blind in this tiny blip on the scope of

eternity but things don't have to make sense when you have enough faith that's what

faith is for.

John Amos says, no.

It also helps you forget unfortunate things,

like that a prophet of God, Brigham Young,

taught as the highest truth in the St George temple,

that Adam is the father of both our physical and spiritual bodies, that Adam is the real God of this world, and that he came to this earth

from another planet where he had lived a perfected mortal life.

Adam, God Theory, baby.

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