Human beings are, by nature, an inquisitive species. We like to figure out how things work and theorize how things we can’t hope to understand might work. Sometimes we’re right, most of the time we’re wrong. This is the nature of how humans learn about the world around us. As children we may believe that thunder is the sound of angels bowling, rain is the tears of God, and Fluffy the family cat isn’t dead, she’s just sleeping forever. We build our understanding of the world like a puzzle, placing pieces where they seem to fit and then placing more pieces around those we’ve placed before. Unlike most puzzles, the puzzle of human understanding is full of false pieces and place holders that will have no place in the finished picture; the puzzle pieces of Fluffy’s eternal slumber and bowling angels are eventually discarded and replaced with the understanding of death and thunder. There are some pieces though that take on a life of their own and refuse to be discarded. One such piece is religion.