I came to see the absurdity of people abandoning their mental faculties to religious sentimentality every Sunday morning. In the warm glow of stained-glass windows, coddled by organ music and forced congeniality that ignored the ever-present factions in the congregation, they imagined that they were channeling God. They seemed confident they could connect with God by closing their eyes, earnestly thinking pious thoughts, and repeating formulaic statements. I silently wondered, “What do you people think you’re doing?” Had they given even one moment of critical thought to such piety and
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