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To Whom It May Concern:

Since the beginning of time, has there ever been a subject more divisive than religion? Wars fought in the name of God, women burned alive in the name of Godlessness, doctors and clinics blown to bits, all in the name of a (fictional) Supreme Being…that loves everyone…except you…who will be killed in His name if you believe something different than I do…What the actual fuck?

I have never been a fan of organized religion. As far back as I can remember, whenever the subject of religion came up when I was a child, my mother told me that religion was a deeply personal decision, and basically left it at that. Come to think of it, that was really the only decision she was ever ok letting me make on my own… I consider myself Jewish, because my mother is Jewish, as was her mother and all the women before us. I have never been to temple, I never had the big party (one day of Hebrew school and I was OUT, much to the dismay of my mother and her non-refundable tuition fees), we had Channukah and Christmas, nobody in my family has ever sat shiva. But according to the Bible, we are the Chosen Ones and I am 100% on board with that.

I am equally fascinated and horrified by the history of God. Dare I say God is a cult? It all seems so very manipulative. Does the Catholic Church deny the blatant correlation between the passages of Bible and the ancient Egyptian writings…that mirror the even more ancient Pagan rituals? How can anyone label themselves a person of God, all about love and kindness toward your neighbor as well as your enemy…UNLESS…you pray differently, you dress differently, you are a different color, you are/are not a Catholic,/Baptist/Jew/Muslim. It. Makes. No. Sense.

But perhaps that is who we are as humans. More sentient lemmings, perhaps? Following the leader since the beginning of recorded time. I freely admit that I am flawed (we all are, obv, but so very few will actually say it), I admit when I am wrong (believe it or not, no one is ever right all the time), I try to be truthy and I try to be a good friend. My clothing is of fabric woven of more than one material, I have had pre-marital sex, I like bacon, I choose not to purchase slaves, or the children of those slaves (??) from foreigners living in my land (even though the bibles says that’s totally ok), and my grandmother was the most kind person you could ever hope to meet, but she was blind, therefore blemished in the eyes of God, so she got a one way ticket to not heaven…

Carl Sagan once famously said: “All of the rocky and metallic material we stand on, the iron in our blood, the calcium in our teeth, the carbon in our genes were produced billions of years ago in the interior of a red giant star. We are made of star-stuff.”

My personal belief is that we are just bags of energy. Science has determined that our brain synapses facilitate the transfer of electric and/or chemical signals, therefore our conscious state is basically our brain processing energy. Science has also taught us that energy cannot be created or destroyed, just converted from one form to another. So where does our energy go when our skin suits hit their expiration date? I choose to believe my energy will return to the vastness of space, inner or outer, it doesn’t really matter now, does it? And one day, be it 5 or 5 billion years from now, a piece of my energy will find its way in to another form. I would much rather be reborn as a star…or a comet…or a life form that our tiny brains, so closed to the idea that there is NO WAY we are alone, can’t even fathom. That, to me, sounds far better than hanging out with an old, white dude up in the clouds. I am not a fan of humans in the very first place. Why would I want to stick around for all eternity, watching mankind continue to hate each other in the name of The All Loving One? Hah, assuming that I would end up in the clouds, that is…

Don’t Be A Dick. Can’t that be a religion? It’s no less insane than the Flying Spaghetti Monster or Scientology…or Christianity, really.

Yours in Faith, Fully…

Julia