It was dull gray outside, and pattering rain cancelled out the droning elevator music. The woman clicked her pen twice. Dark dress - green lapel.

“Adam, dear, I am ever so grateful for your rib, but let’s keep our relationship as it is. Can’t we just be friends?”

Remove your shirt and you just look dorky. Holding your watch over your heart? Weird. But removing your hat is sort of like kneeling before the Lord, without the threat to your knees.

A society that moves beyond Tolerance to Love, particularly learning to love others with very significant differences, learns to truly value others and learns how to build a society in which real diversity exists.

The Covenanters of Scotland marched into battle all roaring Psalm 68. What will we sing?

Let’s worship rebellion and love and violence - and crappy movies while we’re at it. Or something.