I was raised with science. It is in my blood like iron and carbon. It is woven into my DNA and the synapses of my brain. I was born with science. Before I was old enough to be in a classroom my father was teaching me kinematics with falling pennies, optics with reading glasses and combustion with the campfire. I breathed science with electrical circuits and Legos. I was not taught religion, I was taught that reason and empathy were the orders of the day, and kindness was the best kind of logic in the world. I grew up and became a humanist. I took all my childhood training, science, ethics, and happiness and went into the world. I realized that humanism with the short term for what I had been taught in the backyard of my childhood. I am studying to be a celebrant (a humanist minister) because of my past. I am here today because of my past. I see the hurt that false things do. And those around me stand as a testament to the fact that you don’t need those beliefs to live a happy life. Humanity is not deadened by the loss of illogic. It is brightened, strengthened, made more beautiful. Perhaps I am delusional, but I believe I can make this world better by asking each person to look at their beliefs and why exactly they need them. I do not expect them to come to the conclusion as me, but I do intend to keep asking the questions. I believe we can be better than we are today. Perhaps that’s the humanist in me.
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AuthorI am a student at the University of New Mexico working on a B.S. in Chemistry and a B.A. in Professional Writing. I am fascinated by why people believe weird things and how that impacts broader society. ArchivesCategories
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