To the author of the hate mail:
I am hurt that you have discovered I am just a fevered dream of the webmaster. And do you know what is worse? Now I am aware of my own fictionality! Woe is me.
Seriously, I can see how people might be offended by the claim I am making, that is why I spend so long trying to justify it, and to see if what I feel is logical. The problem is, your epistle isn’t exactly the literary genius need to prove my case to the contrary. Do you honestly think your God, called forgiving constantly, will reward rationality and good intentions with – and I quote – “brurning for enternity”?