What happens when you become a philosophy student who actually only takes philosophy for fun and in no way intends to have philosophy as a career? You get an idea where God lives in a single house on an infinite existential plane with Buddha and Satan as his ever-loving roomies in comic form (a.k.a. the birth of God, The Series).

I don't know what I'm learning half of the time, and I don't know what I'm doing half of the time. The ideas expressed in these comics are a direct reflection of the utter confusion that results from my hobby of thinking about absolutely nothing in general. Enjoy!