Want to know my shameful little secret?
I really miss ceremony, all those little motions and incantations to achieve some magical result...
Don't get me wrong, I KNOW it doesn't achieve anything tangible, but dammit! Sometimes a girl just feels like waving around crystals and burning insence and dancing around a freakin' bonfire! Sometimes when I'm furious I want to burn pictures of whoever has done so and imagine the universe collapsing in on them like some sort of eager to please giant dope trying to earn my approval by tormenting those who have tormented me.
I want to dance in the moonlight.
I don't miss gods, but I miss the pretty bits. Science is pretty, but you can't see as well through a telescope while twirling around.
So I think I may do it anyway. Not because I want to believe, but because I want to pretend. I liked playing games of make believe as a child, and I think it could be fun still.
Not Christianity though. The Abrahmic traditions are almost as boring as my Kineseology homework. Their morbid nonsense can suck it. I'll be winging it, bonfires and crystals are pretty, and who says I can't incant about the grandness of the cosmos. If everything is star stuff then why should I be hesitant to celebrate in a way that makes me happy?
You know the best part about being an atheist though?
No one can tell me that doing so is against my religion.
-Carol "Had too much Coffee this Evening" Foley