Or so I’ve been told, at least.

In all fairness, I really didn’t know I was miserable until I read Mr. Wallace’s letter.

All these years I’ve lived in ignorance and happiness without the undue burden of accommodating the unknown whims of some invisible person in the clouds. I suppose I must now stop reading, writing, hiking, running, mountain climbing, photography, and discard my significant other, because all of those things have been making me happy, and thereby ruining my misery.

Your “truth” is self-delusion. You reject any rationale that leads to a contrary conclusion that the bible may not be truth and that god may not exist.

Your “love” is a coin into the vending machine of redemption. The purpose of “saving souls” is to save yourself.

Your god is the stillborn idea of a primitive mind. Insofar as primitive minds could not understand the workings of the natural world, the explanation of a mythical god was sufficient to assuage the human fear of the unknown.

Your god is a comical, simplistic caricature of the worst aspects of human nature. This is the god that embodies pettiness, egotism, pride, and jealousy by reserving his most vengeful wrath for those who don’t believe in him or would speak ill of him. This is the god that demands daily worship. This is the god that demands offerings. This is the god that is greedy to want more souls, more belief, more supplication.

Your god is an excuse for you to treat your fellow man with inhumanity. Man’s inhumanity to man is somehow justified when one can find a rationalization within the pages of whatever dusty script one calls “holy.”

“‘Do not flatter your benefactor.’ Say this in a church and it immediately clears the air of everything Christian.” –F.W. Nietzsche, Die Fröliche Wissenschaft

Yes, your God.