I feel reluctant to put this out there. It is pretty personal, but I think it is relevant to the topic and might give one an insight into a person's life that is different or similar to yours. I am a non-believer in religion. I come from a religious Lutheran Family, it was not strict by any means, but it was an embarrassment to my grandma if your were not confirmed - she had her ticks and clicks, in hindsight, it is no big deal. I remember the moment, religion became a certain divorce situation for me. I was a nimrod 13 year old, who's parent's were awful and neglectful of the job they did and I was at my grandparents after confirmation class. I told my grandma, about what was going on, that life sucked, and it was not bearable anymore. My grandma told me this: "Put it in the Lord's hands". Being respectful, I did not laugh or lash out in anger, but that was the precursor for me to find my beliefs and I am grateful for that. I was 17 when I tossed all that stuff into the garbage. The stories, to me are unrealistic fantasies, stories that don't really have an uplifting quality. It did not fit into the puzzle of life I had devised for myself. Roughly ten years later: My brother died from a fall off a cliff watching 4th of July fireworks in 2003. He was pulling a prank and it went wrong to the worst degree. As it would be for anyone that was a shock to my system and killed a part of me. I was 11 years older than my brother, and we have a sister who I am 9 years older than. In the late 90's I moved into my mother's house because I though those kids needed a good influence, which they were getting the opposite of because of some of the characters that would frequent that house. I worked my ass off when I moved in there to win those kids over. I failed with my sister, she was already beyond approach, but my brother was ripe for the taking. I never imposed my viewpoints on him, he was actually a lot more intelligent than I am and we had a lot of fantastic creative time, he looked up to me in a way that overwhelms me to this day. I do not have kids, nor will I ever. We had a father/son relationship. I cherish that to this day, but I rarely think about it, because it is too painful. My brother was a non-believer too, but I was always very closed off to him about throwing my beliefs around. I wanted him to become his own person naturally/organically. He passed away on July 3, 2003. He was 16, a few months away from turning 17, going into his junior year of high school. His death devastated us all, especially my mother, sister, and myself. Everyone, except me was religious in the family and I am sure most of you had heard terms like: "He is in the Lord's hands now", "This was part of God's plan", blah, blah, blah, etc., etc., etc... I had to pause. A part of me wanted that fantasy to be true, because I wanted him to live forever. I wanted to be able to see him again when I passed away. I never had a chance to say goodbye. Being the pragmatic guy that I am, I accepted that he is dead and lost forever to my life. Maybe those words are over dramatic, but it is a pain that put me on the shelf for half a decade. I did not deal with it well. Sorry for the amount of words. I thought this would be something decent for this thread topic. If not, maybe I was being selfish and wanted to spew out my regrets and feel sorry for myself. Really this is just a story about the reality of a person of the world who happens to be a non-believer/atheist/agnostic.