The nice thing about arguing with my brother Ronnie about God or no God is that we can call each other names and get blunt and mean without ending our relationship. Actually maybe it’s just me who is hostile. Good thing we started life playing the blues fifty years ago. Him directing my hands in the bass while he speaks the treble. Amazing to hear him solo while I just go 1/4/1/5/4/1. Something about a few years of that makes any other angle between us work easy.