Dr Klassisk and a cup of Prince of Wales tea....am quite tired physically tonight. did a bunch of yard work (details in below posts). But as often happens my mind is still running laps. It's a common occurrene...small brain...large head, so gather run children and Uncle Trollie will tell you a bedtime story.
Once upon a time there was a baby trollie who grew up in a rural community outside Buffalo NY. Now it so happened that his parents attended a fundamentalist Baptist church. In fact they(that is the church community) were so much of each that in their independence they denied both. By enlarge they were good people but as is often the case in that type of society there was a rush to judgment and one got the impression that sometimes a decision was made based on limited or one sided facts. But please don't confuse them with the truth because they had already made up their minds. They held their own perception of the truth in such high regard that they would give no thought to anyone else's, in less of course it agreed with theirs.
Now to make matters worst this young trollie after he left high school attend a small college that if anything was even more so then the above. But being a trollie and having an independent streak a mile wide, finally rebelled against that limited scope of reality. And over the years has shed most of the baggage that was loaded on during his youth. And although in principle he still agrees theologically with the past, his out look on the world is at least partially sane.
Many years later this now mature trollie discovered the means of personal interaction know as the internet. And isn't great that finally he is able to deal with people whether from a religious standpoint or not, who don�t rush to judgment, who always seek the truth, and who listen to a rational explanation before coming to a decision. (/sarcasm)
Now off to bed little one, and Uncle trollie will bring you milk and cookies in a bit.