Some of the writing here was born out of urgency.
At the time, argument felt necessary—not for sport, but for survival. Certain doctrines and practices had shaped real fear, real harm, and real silence. Naming those dynamics required clarity, and clarity sometimes arrived as critique.
Those posts remain.
They reflect honest moments in a longer inquiry—moments when the moral stakes felt too high to speak gently, and too consequential to leave unnamed.
What has changed is not the seriousness of the questions, but the posture from which they’re asked.
I’m less interested now in persuading than in noticing. Less interested in dismantling arguments than in understanding what belief does to human lives—how it forms identity, justifies power, and survives even when certainty loosens.
If you read older posts here, you may hear a sharper edge. If you read newer ones, you may notice more space. Both belong to the same inquiry.
Nothing here is meant to tell you what to believe, or how to arrive anywhere. The only invitation is to read carefully, pause when something resonates—or unsettles—and notice what remains when the noise falls away.
That, for me, is still the God Question.
God or Delusion? 