As we’ve seen, one of John’s few redeeming traits is that he’s not going to stand around inviting people to pray for world peace. That’s because he seems to share Elly’s rather nebulous religiosity. Instead of the cosmogony and theology of his low church ancestors, our lad has a groovy God ruling over a swell afterlife that more resembles the world as envisioned by George Lucas than that of Jerry Falwell. That being said, he’s not himself a groovy guy. He might have abandoned his belief in a deity that judges his actions but he never lost faith in the either-or mentality that holds the more hysterical of the god-botherers of the world in its sway. As we’ve seen, he doesn’t see the World as it is with its shades of grey. A world in which he can only be part-way right terrifies and angers him because of his belief in glittering, blinding whites and blacks which devour all light. We’re about to see this in a couple of weeks or so. Right in the here and now, our lad is telling Elly that she should simply roll with the punches but when it’s his turn to get kidded after he gets clocked over the head as the result of one of more annoying and ill-conceived acts of zit-brained childishness, he’s quite livid. It’s all quite simple to explain this when you remember that our hero seems to see himself as fighting for his worthless life to be in control of his surroundings. Either he can have the unquestioned obedience of those around him or he is utterly impotent and helplessly dependent on others. The notion that there are situations where he does not have to enforce his will, where he has to abandon a display of power to preserve its essence are alien to his need to think in extremes. Simply put, the man is a religious fanatic whose deity is himself.