I could, but why bother. Is there seriously any chance of you changing their mind or of their changing yours? Let them have their metaphors and their poetry, let them confuse reason with faith, evidence with allusion.

Here’s a metaphoric poem for ya:

“And do you think that unto such as you

A maggot-minded, starved, fanatic crew

God gave a secret, and denied it me?

Well, well—what matters it? Believe that, too!”

― Omar Khayyâm, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyâm