I guess this comes up sometimes when I talk to people online. Especially religious people. But I think it merits a post on my blog, and my blog needs a new post. So this is me killing multiple birds with one stone.
So, when religion comes up, I do have to confess I am an Atheist. What makes me a bit different from your typical Atheist is that I am a natural one. What does that mean, really? Well, it means that I never actually grew up with a religion. The first time I encountered religion is when I was around 6 or 7 (not completely sure about that, it’s a long time ago), and that’s way too late for religious indoctrination. Which leaves my “religion”-module in my brain (of which the existance I am uncertain, but I heard there were studies confirming such a thing exists) pretty much unpopulated. I’ve filled in that void with LaVeyan-styled Satanism (I might devote a blog post about that) and a dash of occult esotericism and paganism, but it leaves me with one pretty significant downside: I really don’t understand religion.
