I don’t believe in any sort of religion,

or concept of original sin,

or the soul,

heaven and hell,

metaphysical energy.

I don’t believe in government—government is nothing but a parasite.

I don’t believe that smoking and drinking alcohol in moderate is bad.

I don’t believe in sacred ground.

Or worshiping.

Worshiping who?

And why?

I don’t believe in ghosts and dragons.

Angels and demons.

Astrology.

Acupuncture.

Psychic mediums.

Intuition.

Fate.

And god?

Is god real or is he just a metaphor?

Believing in him is against my intellect and better judgment.

I used to believe in him—

I must admit—

but not anymore.

My faith has gone, and I escaped into the real world.

But still—

even without god—

there is a reason to be good and to preserve morals.

I try to follow my brain;

my heart if sometimes full of sadness.

Some people say it seems that god does often hide, and he is hard to find.

But I do miss him.

I do.

Some might say I believe in nothing:

I believe in replicable evidence,

carefully gathered and patiently tested,

from many different sources.

I believe in you,

I believe in me,

I still believe in humanity.

I believe that changes in brain result in changes in consciousness and identity.

Consciousness and identity, character and free will:

they all are products of the brain and the body.

And —

of course —

I believe in Love and Kindness.