My grandmother walked me to a church when I was four years old. I was left in Sunday school, and Grandma went home. I walked home when it was over. I came through the door, Grandma asked me what I thought of the experience, and I said, (I didn't believe a word of it. We children were told three of the most unbelievable stories I had ever heard. Religion was new to me. There was no religion in our house. When I learned how to read I begin studying the subject. From every angle, in every book I read, I felt it was all stupid. How could anybody believe this crap. It was a business, a very nasty business. It was used to try to control the unwashed masses. More wars and more deaths are caused by the church. I just could not take it and keep my mouth shut about it. I quickly learned that it wasn't a good idea to openly say,(you're all morons if you believe that crap!) I became very knowledgeable about the bible. I've noted the absurdities, the contradictions, and historical incongruities. I use to employ this when confronted by a zealot, sending them away dazed, confused and full of doubt. It ceased to be amusing to me so I resisted the temptation when I could, and saved it for people who tried to shove their beliefs down my throat. When I came back from Vietnam I felt nothing, believed in nothing. Nothing, not faith, not love, not patriotism,the American flag. Hate and rage were my only feelings, and I did my best to control it and tried to fake like I was a normal person. Next time Ill talk about death and dieing.