[Dedicated to my dominatrix seductress. You wanted me to raise the bar, well heres your dish mademoiselle, enjoy the fruit.] A solution for religion: Extinguish its light; leaving it to float and decay like fish carcass'. (Dynamite fishermen wanted for hire.) While I'm fidgeting with the cosmic soup, playacting the venerable divine father, Why not rectify an old oversight? Even gods undergo temporary retardation. Rather than have two trees in the orchard of Eden: Cross-mate and then atomize the originals, saving the hybrid child. Behold the new sprung fruit tree of the universe! Knowledge and Wisdom combined into a single plum.