A long time ago in New Zealand where people eat a lot of good seafood to encourage fertility, there was a man who valued himself on appearance and social opinion only.   He was quite insecure about himself since he took a lot of goop with bleach to ensure he had an acceptable skin tone. But, what is acceptable? He read a book written by Phyllis Karoline Beagle Wheatly on the issue. The book  was just one line on one page. It read "Psalms 82." It should have been enough but he kept worrying about some other hellish idea.  This insecurity also affected his faith in having children so he put a very fertile and less racially insecure young man's seed in his new wife's douche with a little saliva from an old white poker friend who encouraged his faith in uh rolling the dice.  The odds of his wife raising his genetic child was now a uh gamble since there is also seed in saliva. She became pregnant but he had a profound doubt about the details of the boy's ancestry and the actual father for quite some time.   But, when you play with dice, you can never be certain except for the fact that he could take certain pride in a pregnant wife(quick and early home run!) who, in his mind, was always possibly someone else's child and not too much like him; thank God!  The bible is simple enough  for a child to understand; see Luke 8:9-10.    He would often say to his son and the other children around birthday time, unto us a child is born. Unfortunately, his self-doubt robbed him of the joy of having his own children.  But, who knows?  His behavior and self-loathing spoke volumes.