Would you ever start a cult?
There are people who test their decisions by asking themselves what I would do, who compile my words into personal scriptures, who maintain shrines to me, and a few who pray to me at bedtime.
There are people who love me so much that they will make a pyre of their privacy, sanctity, and autonomy and set it alight just so I can watch them dance —or squirm— before the flaming remains of their dry and withered independence.
And I have a group of adherents who fervently believe that they’ve been called to my side. I’m many kinds of father.
So I’m pretty sure I’ve already started one.
[two years later]
Oh yeah. Definitely started one.