Good analogy! I have just left a comment on another post regarding the difference between atheism and agnosticism, and in it I use the expression “dancing on the head of a pin “...which is what I believe all this constant defining and redefining is. What is common to all of us is a disbelief that a belief in god can affect either this life or any other mythological one!

I never knew that Chocolate muffins could be more appealing. However the suggestion that I can sate my sugar craving and piss off an imaginary god at the same time is doing my diabetes no good at all. Must be time for lunch.

I'd rather have unaffiliated donuts.

And the god of muffins sent us this savior.

And those on the Atkins or keto diet are already in hell, having forsaken the heavenly muffin

I will never stop eating chocolate muffins, unless the icing is made of poo.

I think I'm in trouble. I eat chocolate chip pumpkin or zucchini muffins. I eat both with a secret ingredient that makes me very mellow, and I find I listen to a lot of Stairway to Heaven in my beanbag chair after I eat them.

No worries. Holy spirit will guide you to choose the right muffin.

What about a chocolate chip lemon muffin? (I’m just being a smart ass)

In a few words: all gods are man made, and in the time it takes me to type this, there are probably a few hundred more that have been made- and 'all' the one true god. I refuse to take the time to argue about such a foolish subject; I refuse to call myself an atheist.

"Nature" whatever she is, if she is, has never revealed herself.

You preach the false word, it is the sour deceiver who prompts you to turn away from the sweet rewards offered by the chocolate muffin. The lemon muffin will only taste as sweet with its drizzled words, but once the drizzle has been consumed, you are left with only the scrapings of its tart but zesty husk.
(Hope the run of puns was somewhat appealing to those who needed a laugh today)

I'm with the Last Temple of Great Black Cosmic Muffin Mistress.

Oh? You've never heard of Her? I invented Her and She never caught on. She considers humans as Her greatest mistake. She doesn't want to hear from them. When they praise Her, it pisses her off. The temple has low overhead because attending temple just pisses Her off. Want to wreck your life? Go to temple.

The master plan is when Christians quote scripture to me, I can quote from the High Holy Book of Muffinism, starting with the book of square of negative one. I make up my scriptures on the spot as proof I'm correct and their scriptures aren't. My book is holier than anyone else's. I got talking hedgehogs in my scripture. No talking snakes, thanks! My talking animals are cutier than their talking animals.

So there! Nanny, nanny, poo poo.

I don’t believe in muffins

Religious leaders make claims about deities to benefit themselves, personally..parishioners get heavenly credits by donating money to the clergy, obeying them, they control women in every way possible..in reproduction, clothing choices, dating behavior, etc., according to Patriarchal church dictates.

It's all about the powerful dominating the weaker, and usually sillier, although there are plenty of innocent victims.

I won't risk my afterlife until I have had a levitating bowl of pasta. After all, we have our just desserts, but not until after dinner.

Damn. Now I want to bake muffins (vegan, of course).

I’ve got type 2 diabetes and can’t eat any muffins as much as I would love. Looks like if m in Limbo due to an external intervention rather than a muffin choice!

Not keen on muffins but I would eat a minimum quota to keep wotsit happy with me. Then I would concentrate on pistachio ice cream, which I prefer.

I'll just have a chocolate chip cookie with milk and sit in the corner and watch.

i really don't give a fuck about what other people choose to believe in or not, that's their own business, not mine.

It's not about free will? How about free will-y? If that doesn't exist then who designated what muffins were consumed? Could I take one lemon and one chocolate and put them in a bowl, mush them together and exist in purgatory? Pardon me but I fell off of my magic carpet earlier.

Now you got me worried. I'm a raisin bran muffin guy m'self.

I thought that was actually about muffins. Drat