As a child I was fortunate to be raised in a loving household in which the concept of God was never discussed. I actually never even heard the word "God" until I was perhaps 10 years old, and then only rarely on TV or in magazines. So for me, God was always a kind of fairy tail -- like Santa Clause and the the Great Pumpkin -- not to be taken seriously.
As I grew into a young man I was astonished to discover that many grownups actually believed in God -- a mythical figure with no more basis in reality than Bigfoot. There was absolutely no physical evidence on which to base their belief; they were simply believing in belief itself.
Later I toured Europe and Asia and had the opportunity to visit many holy sites -- and came to realize that people everywhere tend to believe what their parents teach them to believe. This is an important and fundamental point: by and large, the religion people select is not the one with the most beautiful churches, or the one with the best holy scriptures, or the one with the most endearing God; the religion they believe in is the one selected by their parents.
This, more than anything, told me that many people are not thinking for themselves, but instead are allowing others to think for them. It is the lure of all religions everywhere.
I feel an affinity for the physical world, and life on this planet. I love the earth, it's people and wildlife -- treat all with kindness and respect and ask for nothing more in return. I agree with the poet Mary Oliver in her little poem,
Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.