I was born without faith. The Reformed Jewish family I was raised in saw religion as culture and embraced it without following much of it. My obligatory Bar Mitzvah was the last time I visited a temple save for weddings and funerals. As a child I was fascinated by other faiths. Unbeknownst to my family, I went to catholic mass with a friend of mine on Sundays for a while. That these seemingly similar religions didn't approve of each other made them both seem really silly to me. As I learned more about these and other religions I couldn't shake the silliness of it. It formed in me a profound distrust in the whole of society, as it seemed obsessed with these silly and contradictory ideas. I found a haven in science fiction in general, and Star Trek in particular. For me Science fiction took what we "knew" and tried to imagine universes in which logic, critical thought and science might lead to a profound existence.

I'm all grown up, now. I'm a successful business owner, parent and flaming homosexual. I live a wonderful and rewarding life outside any semblance of religion. However, being surrounded by believers in my small Pennsylvania hamlet, I thirst for dialog with others of like mind. I'm not particularly interested in debating the existence of god. It's such a silly topic. Living in defiance of small mindedness and ignorance is not always an easy choice, and it brings comfort to read the ravings of other atheists.

Logic is not the answer. It's the air I breathe.