Finding my place in religion has been difficult. This is because I find that religion has no place in me.
Well, that’s not perfectly true. Religion has become the basis of arguments of intellect. It has fueled my imaginings.
As I sleep, I ride flying carpets to meet Pegasus, and hop from cloud to cloud with the Chinese Monkey as we wreck the banquet table in Jehovah’s Heaven.
When I die, Anubis will accompany me down the river Styx to meet Hel and tour her kingdom.
Against this rich tapestry, I envisage the origin, and ending, of my true self.