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           Iask,what’sTylerbeenplanning? 

           Themechanicopenstheashtrayandpushesthecigarettelighterin.Hesays, "Isthisatest?Areyoutestingus?" 

           Where’sTyler? 

           "Thefirstruleaboutfightclubisyoudon’ttalkaboutfightclub,"themechanicsays. "AndthelastruleaboutProjectMayhemisyoudon’taskquestions." 

           Sowhatcanhetellme? 

           Hesays, "Whatyouhavetounderstand,isyourfatherwasyourmodelforGod." 

           Behindus,myjobandmyofficearesmaller,smaller,smaller,gone. 

           Isniffthegasolineonmyhands. 

           Themechanicsays, "Ifyou’remaleandyou’reChristianandlivinginAmerica,yourfatherisyourmodelforGod. Andifyouneverknowyourfather,ifyourfatherbailsoutordiesor-isneverathome, whatdoyoubelieveaboutGod?" 

           ThisisallTylerDurdendogma. ScrawledonbitsofpaperwhileIwasasleepandgiventometotypeandphotocopyatwork. I’vereaditall. Evenmybosshasprobablyreaditall. 

           "Whatyouendupdoing,"themechanicsays, "isyouspendyourlifesearchingforafatherandGod." 

           "Whatyouhavetoconsider,"hesays, "isthepossibilitythatGoddoesn’tlikeyou. Couldbe,Godhatesus. Thisisnottheworstthingthatcanhappen."