You would think that a book inspired by The Big Kahuna (Allah, God), would be perfect in every way. No gray areas left for dispute, no contradictions, no fascination with a certain body fluid, no human or animal sacrifices. Why would a god take pleasure in us killing something he/she/it made? When you take off your religious goggles and look at it, it’s all batshit crazy.
I believe in life before death.