Some guys get religion while sitting in a foxhole on a battlefield, that is about to turn into a gory battle.

The great outdoors is my church...and I tend to thank god for my big game harvest; after a productive hunt.

The only time I might have a chance with meeting up with my God/Gods...is me being in the great outdoors --- searching the skies for the Holy Grail --- which is a flying saucer/fiery balled foofighter, which is one of God's gift to mankind; in letting me know that my God does exist.

Cheers,

Erno