My mother used to tell me a story about how when I was two years old or so, I assured her that my grandmother – who had just suffered a massive heart attack – would survive because “God told me that she has to stay around to take care of us.” As beautiful as this story might seem in some sense, it’s an indication of just how early on I was indoctrinated into a religious worldview.
My path from atheist newborn, to devout Christian, to agnostic pseudo-Hindu, and back to atheism was truly a long strange trip. It was filled with psychedelically-induced expeditions into the nature of reality, multiple re-dedications to the Christian god concept and an accidental encounter with a Hindu holy man that helped me properly frame just how comical all our human illusions can be. Fortunately, my family endowed me with a healthy love of nature, science, and art. And I have reason to believe that this love of art – music and creative writing in particular – that eventually led me to fully grasp the importance of fundamental critical thinking skills like skepticism and scientific inquiry.
Now, I spend my time loving (my family and friends) working (in the field of marketing) advocating (for charitable causes as well as skepticism, atheism, evidence-based reasoning and free thought in general) creating (music, lyrics, articles, essays, video, etc.) and working to improve the way that I interact with other humans and the environment around me.
Oh, and trying really hard to not take myself too seriously.