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Every two or three blocks on the avenues of downtown Brooklyn, a big old stone church rises from the ranks of the brownstones. A couple of weeks ago, my little boy Felix pulled his trike to the curb and squinted at the steeple of one.
"What's that castle, Da-da?"
"It's not a castle, it's a church."
"What's a church?"
"It's a place where people go to worship god."
"God is a concept s…
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