I stopped believing in the God I’ve been taught. Yep, I did; I lost his number. You know the one, the big, masculine, white-haired fellow lying on a bed of clouds and naked people. I also broke ranks with the haloed one standing with outstretched arms, engulfed in a sea of clouds. What about the one seated at the top of a lofty staircase, glowing brighter than the human eye can stand, you say? I relinquished that image, too.