While I am here ranting about my right to godlessness, my son, the OneTrueb!X, is posting some eloquent stuff about his “devout agnosticism.”
He writes of hope and purpose and dignity and choice, and quotes something penned by the should-be-more-famous Joss Whedon:
then the only thing that means anything is what we do.
And he offers something of his own well worth quoting:
Ah, this is my beloved son, in whom I am well pleased. Hear him.