There are days where I visit the grave of my former beliefs. One could almost mistake me to be mourning, but the tears do not result from sorrow, but from happiness. How wonderful it is to know that under the gravestone lies nothing real; that no true personal loss accompanied the death of my faith. It is because of this personal experience that I assure people that they will lose nothing by embracing a sober, honest view of reality.
And despite what the religious swore to me would happen, I did not become a raping, murdering, drug-abusing societal misfit when I accepted that I can actually do as I please and suffer no eternal consequence for my actions.
Instead, I became much interested in evaluating my own moral instincts and looking for ways to overcome their many limitations (google ‘trolly cart problem’ if you want to see how morality breaks down in certain situations). Instead of fairy tales and Bronze Age traditions, I persist now without stress as a hedonist (seeking to satisfy my desires).
It is in the depths of unapologetic revelry that I realise the blessing I have received since rejecting those offered to my by religion and christianity in particular. It is also at these moments that I realise how the religious are punished for their superstition. They are like the sort of person who thinks that there are sharks in the pool and thus refuse to join in the fun.
Of course, I allow and even find pleasure in the idea that the religious live a black and white life while I enjoy full colour in mine, and I do so because I know that if they had half a chance, they would bleach the colour from my world, again, and drag me back into their sterile existence of perpetual servitude and ignorance. (Talk about suffering from a severe case of Stockhold syndrome—something practically all believers suffer from.)
What I have communicated in this article will be unintelligible to many religious people. Freedom is, after all, not a subject that slaves are familiar with. Even if their chains are undone, they will redo them themselves. Even if they were left to walk freely wherever they choose, they clasp their master’s feet and beg to remain in service (enslaved).
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