The final exchange for the Toilet Paper's Soul Search column:
NOEL: Well Rob, here we are at the end of The Toilet Paper's print edition (though let it be known we will still be around at www.toiletpaperonline.com) and the end of our Soul Search column (heaving sigh). Have we accomplished anything? While I knew my chances for turning you gay were slim, I thought I had a pretty good chance of turning you into a devout worshipper of Satan. But alas, I have failed.
ROB: You know, it's with a twinge of sadness that I start this final TP dialogue. There is some consolation as I remember that emotional moment when you knelt down and got born again. And like they always say, if the whole thing reached just one person...there had to be a cheaper and less time-intensive way to do it. But still, it's all worth it knowing that you'll be walking the straight and narrow from now on.
I'm reminded of the conversation that conceived Soul Search. You and I and Joe Coleman sat in a booth at Blue Star exchanging views on a variety of subjects. We debated a few ideas vigorously, and Joe pontificated and said several profound things, and we walked away friends. Something about that meeting of worlds and being okay with it gave us the idea for a column where worldviews could connect and collide and it could all be relatively civilized and we could do some small bit to unify rather than divide our community. A year later, I'm not sure whether we accomplished that. But I've gotten to know a bunch of people I would surely not have otherwise. And now I get the joy of supplemental pontifications from Joe whenever my wife and I dine at Blue Star. I feel a little more like a citizen of Colorado Springs and a little less like a citizen of North Academy Boulevard. I suppose those benefits alone would make a thousand Soul Searches worthwhile.










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