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Two black men and a little black book
came knocking on my door.
They wanted to sell me their ways and ideals
and to read me some o' their lore.

I was quite sad that I was running late and couldn't stay to talk to the Jehovah's Witnesses who came by this morning. I've never really had a good opportunity to talk religion with a fanatic besides my mom, and she doesn't really count (Flower child → found Jesus → rediscovered her hippie ways).

Unrelatedly, I think a religion based on the wisdom of fortune cookies would be pretty nifty. When posed with a moral dilemma, one would go to the Holy Chinese Restaurant and take an offering from the fortune cookies. "My teenage son is not talking to me, and calls me a 'controlling bitch'. Oh scrumptious Fortune Cookie, what should I do?" "Love is hard work; and hard work sometimes hurts!" "I see now. Thank you, Fortune Cookie."

Even those without a Holy Chinese Restaurant nearby could participate thanks to the wonders of technology. I think it could work.