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The End of the Road

"Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens."—J.R.R. Tolkien
When I first started writing this blog, I described my bourgeoning faith as a tiny sprout and I could not yet determine if it was a plant that should be tended or a weed that should be killed. But now I have let the thing grow so much that its tendrils have spread to every section of my garden. It is choking out the other plants. It has infected my every thought and action. Proponents of faith assure me that this is exactly how it is supposed to be. That this is a giant tree of which everything else stems out of. It has to take over everything. I remain unconvinced.

I believe in God. Looking back now, it seems clear that I always believed in God, even as I so adamantly claimed Atheism. God has in fact been the central component of everything about my life. There is nothing that I think about that does not in some way go through the filter of God. I am starting to believe that this is the worst thing abou…

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