I feel that an almighty sky god, one descended from the hot sands of the desert knows my every thought, and if I so much as
think evil he anoints certain priests who can condemn me to physical punishment. If this means stoning or burning so be it - the sky god has spoken. So I try my best to supplicate this sky god and his self-appointed servants, and I try to spread his infallible rule to everyone, whether they like it or not. Because deep down inside I know they all WANT it, if they want to be saved by his mercy.

So yeah, I'm a big fan of superstition.