God made us like him. That’s the premise as I understand it. “God created man in His own image; in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them.” That’s the New King James version – if you’re curious. I mean the only bit that isn’t really clear is the whole image thing. When I think image, I think visual, and unless God has a penis and a vagina that, on it’s own, doesn’t make a lot of sense… or it makes a whole lot of sense… either way…

I imagine it’s the same way I’m like my father. Growing. Learning. Always imperfect. And, to me, that’s the really interesting part. Why shouldn’t a god grow, and evolve, and learn, and change? I am capable of all of those things. Surely any deity who begot me could be capable of no less.

Old Testament, New Testament, Koran. Books written by the hands of men. Books written as reactions to the conditions each man believed his god had created on earth for him. Ask the first born what dad was like growing up then ask the 8th born.