I knew from an early age that the singular purpose in life was to discover reality, what is accurate, and what is fiction. I was indoctrinated to believe in the Christian religion. It was at age 17 that I questioned the truth of the indoctrination.
I could not believe a good and omnipotent god would permit all the human suffering, particularly of babies.
The rest is the substance of my life. There is no credible evidence of any god. There have been many. None exists. The universe just is and is among many. Postulating a cause requires solving the insoluble problem of infinite regression. Even if there is a god, which one, dead or alive. Which religion? Which sect? What to do about it? The disorganized, unintelligible, hateful Bible was written by people of questionable credentials and intelligence who saw everything through the lens of intellectual progress of 2,000 years ago.
I can see clearly now that science can save us from our delusions expressed in religions. However, as I write in 2023, the prospects look dim. I did my part. I did not indoctrinate my progeny; they agree with me with some notable exceptions.
The unexamined life is not worth living. So now what? I need, we need, to attack ignorance and stupidity as best we can. The species will not survive the poison of religion.
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