Two men in suits came to my door at ninth and K. (my workshop house in the northeast. It's a distressed area of town) If men in suits come to your door they are either selling religion, or you have trouble with the Feds. These men were the former. Jehovah's Witness, though that didn't matter much. What mattered was that within an extremely brief span of time, the name of Satan was spoken. It went kind of like this, I said hello, and asked what religion they were with, they said Jehovah's Witness, then they asked if they could share a scripture, and before I could really respond, they were reading one. It was about Satan. Boom. Right off the bat. My only thougth was how fast they got to that name. I interrupted them and said I didn't believe in Satan and said I was busy and basically that was it. If you are full of love and life and all good things, I can find no place for Satan in you. But if you go around with the name of the adversary on the tip of your tongue, it seems clear what most influences you.