
"My grandmother was a deeply religious woman. And maybe a little schizophrenic. She heard the voice of God out loud. When Gran said God was watching us, she meant it literally. My concept of our lord and savior developed as something less like Santa Claus and more like Rutger Hauer in "The Hitcher".
God, to me, was the Boogeyman. And anyone with any sense eventually outgrows the Boogeyman.
So I don't play pretend. I don't go lobbying some great puppet master in the sky who, if he does exist, certainly has more important things to attend to than whether or not I get to work. I don't put stock in fortune tellers or brownies or devils--
Or I didn't, until I saw one with my own eyes.
I guess what I'm saying is, if a devil like Osborn can exist, then given nature's fondness for balance...
Then maybe... Maybe there's a cause to be made for Santa Clause."
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