I'm a non-practicing Catholic, and this mostly stems from personal experience where as a child most of the questions I asked were met with Have faith, or You have to believe. The prayers are memorized, our replies to the priest during mass is rote.
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In Search of Inner Absurdism
I stopped being human on Sundays.
I found that on those days when I asked questions looking for inherent value and meaning in life I’ve been dragged to different Churches. None of which could give me answers to still my confusion, placate my deep-seated curiosity.
They told me to have faith, to believe…
or you’ll go to Hell.
Of course that would freak out the curiosity of any child.
So, I stopped being human on Sundays.
Becoming instead an automaton: kneel, confess, eat flesh, drink blood, pray.
The actions memorized, the words robotic and hollow.
My prayers and questions unanswered.