I miss getting high on absolute certainty!
I miss having all the answers that matter!
I miss being right and having everybody else wrong!
I miss tuning out disagreement and just waiting my turn to zap opponents with a Truth Smackdown!
I miss arriving in a neighborhood like a gunslinger and getting into a fastdraw contest with one of Christendom's goats!
I miss my pathetic feeling of superiority and pathological desire for Jehovah to hurry up and destroy mankind so they'll know WE were right and they were dead wrong.
I miss my infantile dependance on others telling me exactly what I should do and think!
I miss having Big Daddy in the Sky listening to my droning prayers and relentless and empty list of "must haves" for comfort's sake.
But--do I miss God?
God was a mental viral infection that robbed me of identity, rationality and humility.
I now know I know nothing.
I have to be willing to listen and be wrong.
I'm not only no better than anybody else; I'm usually worse than I think I am.
I tremble at the thought I AM RESPONSIBLE for my own happiness.