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I’ve been a little bit obsessed with religion, without being a religious person, for about a decade.
The advent of a new religion, making serious and impressive claims to embody a new revelation from on high, is not a frequent occurrence.
I think I’m fascinated by the power of religion in our culture. Like a lot of secular, liberal people, I ignored it for a long time. Lately, of course, just from a political perspective, it’s impossible to ignore.
When men take pleasure in feeling their minds elevated with strong drink, and so indulge their appetite as to disorder their understandings, neglect their duty as members of a family or civil society, and cast off all regard to religion, their case is much to be pitied.
Religion is the idol of the mob it adores everything it does not understand.
I appreciate the ‘Surreal Life.’ I had a really positive experience on that show, and with those people. I found some love in my heart for religion again, and had the support of a new family of friends. I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of meeting those people, if we were not all placed in that fishbowl.
Science may eventually explain the world of How. The ultimate world of Why may remain for contemplation, philosophy, religion.
Contradictory to my religion, I think, is journalism.
The search for religion is the starting point of thought.
I read Christopher McDougall’s book ‘Born to Run.’ If running were a religion, this would be its bible. I actually scribbled my favorite passages on my arm to read during the race.