It is situations like theirs that make me not want to believe:

"I can't, for the life of me, imagine that God would say, 'I will punish you because you are black. You should have been white. I will punish you because you are a woman. You should have been a man. I punish you because you are homosexual. You ought to have been heterosexual.'"

The End.

Taking the Movie Theater Exit

There's something magical about it, don't you think?
You reach for the door, suddenly realizing that you have forgotten what part of the theater you're in.
"Where will this door take me?" you wonder to yourself. "Will it take me to the front, near the entrance? The side parking lot? Oh my! What if it leads to the back?"
It is an absolute mystery! Not only that, but once you open the door you are completely blinded by the sunshine. You have to stand there for a few seconds, shielding your eyes, waiting for them to adjust. And once you are able to focus, you look around trying to decipher where you've ended up. You walk around the theater until you discover a familiar parked car, or tree, or sidewalk.
It's almost like taking your own little, personal adventure.