I suppose it has been coming for a while. I suppose other people recognised it about me long before I was prepared to admit it even to myself. Please understand: it's hard to let go of something that has been such a part of my identity for most of my life. It gave me a living and a purpose. And yes, I'm going to be embarrassed by all those smirking "told you sos".
But they were right and now I need to own up and come clean: I don't believe in God. And no, this is not some modern theologian's semantic dodge. The whole thing is rubbish; a set of bronze-age myths designed to keep the priestly caste in power and carefully engineered to feed off the insecurities of the weak and the ignorant.
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