For my incipient post, I suppose I should start at the beginning, how my atheism developed. Firstly, atheism is something we are all born with. No one is born religious, it has to be taught to you. Unfortunately it is taught to most people at such an age that their ability to reason and distinguish fact from fiction is not fully developed, and furthermore they have a person of authority telling them it is true. For the record, I find this practice to be morally bankrupt and indicative of a lack of conviction on behalf of the people pushing their faith. If you *really* believe, like actually, truly, believe you are correct, then why would you be so scared of questioning it, or having your children question it. Wouldn’t you want to see them come to discover the truth for themsleves? Isn’t that a far more meaningful and heartfelt belief if the look around and, without any prodding, come to a conclusion on their own that matches yours? But no, of course it isn’t done this way because that generally wouldn’t happen. Almost no child who is brought up without indoctrination of religion, free to develop their ability to reason would read the Quran or the Bible or the Torah critically, looking at each as an option of faith, not a mandate, and think, yea that makes sense, thats probably what happened. Furthermore, none of them would read it and think that is sounds good or holy, or divine, or holding any special beyond-human-comprehension sort of moral revelation. Because they don’t. I was party to all of this washing of the brains of the young, brought up as a Roman Catholic. Luckily, I listened to it and thought, this is a load of crap- at the age of 7 (I remember because it was during after school bible study in 2nd grade). Even at that tender age, something smelled funky, and as soon as I had the first thought that it didn’t make sense, I started to think critically about everything they were telling me, questioning it all, and my first apprehensions that it might not be true turned to full fledged unbelief in the matter of a few weeks. It wasn’t until high school though, that I would give much thought to the negative effects of it, or even use the qualifier atheist. Instead I spent the intervening time doing the sacraments while silently rebelling, and was forced to attend church until I was 18, at which point I immediately stopped. My siblings had it easier, they too felt the seeds of reason and quickly stopped believing and with much exasperation my parents stopped forcing them to go to church when they were about 12 (they are about 10 years younger than me). The story does continue, however any more and this would begin to become wordy. . .
Until next time fearless readers