I'll mention here that I was raised in a neighbourhood with a fair share of Catholic households. I was converted to the Christian faith at the age of 14, but it didn't last long. I still don't know that I can rationalise what happened, but I was sold a story, something definitely happened but it wasn't after all, what everyone was telling me it was. These days after a bit of research and practising certain techniques, I think I have a better view, if not a better idea; not needing an idea somehow makes the view better, at least some of the time. And there it is--if what I know about it isn't what everyone is telling me, then I'm sorry but it will have to do, until, y'know. Jesus will have to actually show up, in person, so to speak.