Your God is dead and no one cares
If there is a Hell I will see you there
Heresy, Nine Inch Nails
Such is the harsh tone that rings through Heresy, a song from the masterpiece of an album, The Downward Spiral. What I would have considered a heresy to listen to many years ago I now find delightful.
I’m prompted to write now as a figure from that shadowy past has sent an email announcing his impending marriage. He was hoping to reach a person who really no longer exists. Such is the radical shift from fantasy to reality.
I prefer to burn my bridges. I ran into another of the people who was a friend of that version of me caught up in the delusion, and I explained my move to atheism. I’m not sure he could quite fathom it at the time. It seems utterly pointless trying to create a new friendship based on something different than what was there before.
The feeling that runs through Heresy is the attitude I have towards my time of make-believe. It was another way for me to avoid growing up and facing reality. The only way I can gather my self-respect now is to utterly condemn my past.
Fate dealt me a blow of circumstances that led to a life of fantasy. My contempt towards supernatural belief systems grows steadily, as I consider my wasted past, and as I see the stupendous folly that exists in the world by virtue of religion.
My mission is to face reality, and to encourage others to do the same. I hope to see others liberated from the vices of the god in their minds, and the auspices of religious authorities.
Crossposted from my new blog, the edge of sanity
