God is dead, but he’s a man about 16 or 20 years old or maybe 77, I think. I can send him a message and he comes alive and reads the message. He’s a special person. No one sees him. He’s not actually dead. Before bed I say, “God, I really want this war to end because people are blowing up a place, and if they blow it up, I ‘ll never get to see it.”
—Evan, 2008 (early)