Pitchforks and torches

I’m just a bit shy of 70,000 words for The Ship Finding God, and I’m expecting this:

or this:

which, yes, I know, no one expects.

That’s because I am addressing creation and existence in a manner that, well, doesn’t coincide with popular teachings. Not that I’ve got the answers, mind you, just some rather oblique views. And, no, nothing outlandish:


I’m still figuring another 10,000 words or so before it’s done, but that should go rather fast. I’m seeing my way clear. Then, you can judge.

Just not so harshly. Please.

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