Whether I agree or not with whom?

I don’t think that I’ve ever suggested that I’m not entitled to my opinion. I do remember all the lies that I was told and the lack of any interest in reasoning in order to win a particular argument.

I have no faith in supernatural myths. And, yes, some very convoluted falsehoods were presented to me as twisted truths. I’m a contrarian, I know, maybe an outcast. I’m not a spiritualist of any stripe.

Do others deserve respect for believing in Mithras, worshipping Mithras, living and dying for Mithras?

And then there are so many myths so much closer to us.

I will say that I don’t believe that it’s necessary to accept spiritualism to tamp down one’s fear of death. I’ve not been convinced that any spirit will exit my body when I die to live on in some sort of happy fairy garden.

Inevitably, spiritualism comes up when discussing death and fear of death. I think that it’s best to step away from myths and accept the finality of death.

My mother died when I was aged four. I was confused. My father told me that death meant that she would never return. I don’t recall anyone speaking of a ‘better place,’ or heaven. My dad was right — she never returned.

And that’s what happens, that’s nature, life. Someone, one of the late-night hosts, said this week that he was not aware of the existence of pre-existing, cognitive, pre-embryos. We are the happy accidents of friction and we are born from nothingness, we live, and we return to nothingness at death.

If others believe in myths, I feel bound to disagree.

Are you familiar with Bertrand Russell’s celestial tea pot? It is just as probable as an afterlife.

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