2022-01-06
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So when I was 19 years old, I read Kierkegaard for the first time.
And at just 19 years of age, I was convinced that I was one of the lucky ones.
I had basically figured out most of the world already at that point in my life.
For example, at the time fundamentalist religion was the scourge of humankind to the 19 year old Steven.
The transparently tribal way they take delusional beliefs, force feed them into people at a young age,
shut down any hope of a reasonable conversation,
and then label anyone that lies outside of their echo chamber a heretic that needs to be burned.
This seemed like a formula for cultural control, if that's something you had ambitions to do.
19 year old Uncle Steve had to stop it.
I had a Richard Dawkins onesie, and I was wearing it when I sat down to read Kierkegaard for the very first time.
I started calling him Churchgaard at first.
He was a Christian.
And when I read him, there was all sorts of talk about God and faith and sin and spirits,
these, these words that had become the vernacular of my enemy at the time.
How could I possibly see humanity in my enemy with all the bad those words do in the world?