To Mr. Yahweh,
My name is Jeff. I am a graduate student at the University of Washington, engaged in the study of foreign affairs and global security. I am also a LAN manager for the Center of Social Science Computation and Research at the same institution. I currently live in Seattle with a cat named Ernie in a one bedroom apartment. I will turn twenty-four this October.
I feel that most people who would endeavor to write this sort of letter would choose this portion to outline, with perhaps a dose of melodrama, exactly when and how they came to reject you. I would be lying if I did the same. In truth, I don't recall the calendar day when I no longer acknowledged your authority. The path I took to get there is straightforward enough: raised Lutheran, taught about sectarian conflict over your nature by the September 11th attacks, introduced to competing applied ethical systems which disclude you in high school, and confronted with the torture, murder, and rape of millions you witnessed