Yes Virginia, there is a god...

Question is, whose god is it?
Most of my week is spent with the kid or driving to some destination or other. Occassionally there's a pit stop, during which time I'll take a chance to check emails, friend's blogs, eat things that aren't healthy for me...
Believe it or not I do have friends of some substance. They write in-depth blogs that have actual meaning. They question politics, societal constructs, or say... religion.
I try to think of blog entries for my own little internet acre that have nearly as much depth...let alone interest. I don't have much success when all is said and done. Maybe its too much time in the company of a larval human or maybe its just my inherent laziness...or maybe its just because my "deep thoughts" tend to be rather short on marketable relevance.
Take religion for example...I've been asked, during various times and in various locations, what theological camp I've pitched my tent in. Do you prefer the pope or buddha? Feel an affinity for some guy named Luther who happened to own a hammer, a nail, and a few ideas? Do you escort spiders out the door instead of squashing them?
Well...I've never found a religious text that didn't turn out to be derivative of some other text. And the inherent exclusionary nature of all recognized religions makes me uncomfortable. Sometimes it even pisses me off.
But how do you relate to someone that god is a number of things:It is Schrodinger's cat - infinite actuality in a single moment.It is something that has never worn pants - no one puts on pants unless they have to.God is my child - continual change and development.God loves entropy - it is the one law of the universe that absolutely cannot be broken.
Gender? Hell? Sin? Moral right or wrong? I have no idea. I'm lucky if I can remember my own phone number.
Crap. I should be in bed. I have to get up at 5 am tomorrow. How about I just wrap up this pointless rant?
I am not a member of any organized religion. This does not mean that I am incapable of contemplating such things...or maybe even being deep about it. So stop looking at me like I'm a pointless heathen.
And I do escort spiders out the door. Unless they refuse to cooperate. Then they gets the boot.