I've come to realize that I mention God in passing, but I've never actually explained the specifics of what I believe. When I get asked what I believe in, or what my religion is, I never have a simple answer, or even any vocabulary to explain myself at all. An atheist would call me a believer, and a believer would call me an atheist, or at the very least, blasphemous. There is no specific label for what I am, no church I can attend and feel fully understood. My answer is four-dimensional, requiring an impossibly lengthy explanation of my life beginning all the way in childhood. Let's begin. I. The iPod Shuffle My small Payless sneakers made a rhythmic crunch as I walked home down the back alley after elementary school was over. We lived close enough that I could walk home alone, no problem. I was in fifth or sixth grade when I was introduced to atheism by Liam on MSN Messenger. He was several years older than me and urged me to read The God Delusion by Richard Dawkins. I was twelve,…
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