I often write about religious themes because of my own trauma. Go your own way.

I recall learning about my vileness—a condition I acquired at the time of my conception—at the approximate age of 5. That experience left a permanent scar on my psyche. Some would celebrate that fact, but I abhor it. Though I derive some of my deepest moral principles from several scriptures I learned along the way, I also find repulsive many of the core tenets of my native religion.

Here, I may occasionally deride the concepts that many hold dearly. I arrived at my current positions through nearly two decades of scrutiny of my convictions. I continue to find little evidence that intereventionist gods exist or that they deserve our veneration if I am wrong.