The Mind of the Irreligious
I have to stuff envelopes for my boss’s Christmas cards today, so why don’t you all read this, which is a piece I wrote for a friend of mine about what it means for me to be an atheist.
My parents made a decision, before I was born, that they would not push me towards one religion or another, but rather let me read about as many different religions as I liked. When I was fourteen, I could pick one. The problem with looking at all religions without having any kind of background in this one or that one is that, equidistant from all points, they kind of all look the same.
December 20, 2008 at 2:34 am
If you want I’ll be happy to tell you all about how fantastic Astrology is.
December 21, 2008 at 5:42 pm
While reading your article, I was reminded of sitting in Literature of Religious Awakening and driving hippies crazy arguing that atheism could be spiritual, at least according to their definition.
Good article, by the by.
December 21, 2008 at 10:17 pm
It is pretty easy to drive hippies crazy, of course, because they’re born into the world half-mad already.
I’m still on the fence about whether or not reverence for the material world should properly count as spirituality.
December 21, 2008 at 11:37 pm
‘The problem with looking at all religions without having any kind of background in this one or that one is that, equidistant from all points, they kind of all look the same.’
Which was exactly the reason we did it that way.
December 22, 2008 at 1:14 am
@Bill: Ha! So YOU say.