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And within me there was hardly any room; between my crushes, terror of math class, and prepubescent capacity for thought, even the most Almighty Being in the universe had to shrink and shrink and shrink to fit its surroundings. But most of all, I remember the small, silent movement of my brother’s eyelids, which would sink down over his eyes at both Sunday schools like a broken venetian blind.\n\nThen came puberty. We moved to Hong Kong and I sang for my new youth group’s worship team almost every week, knobbly and nervous. I would recite the songs and stare at the crowd, which at particularly poignant sections (“You are hoooooly, hoooooly,”) would open all of its mouths and wave its dozen hands at me. Hormones and angst had made me devout. No matter what happened at school, at church I was respected; in a small community like E—, to hold a title of any kind conferred some distinction, so that the “sets” we played and which Bible verses they were based on formed the daily burden of my talk at home. And how I read my Bible! Front to back, happily, my mind reeling with the hope of Heaven—an abstraction that had finally condensed within me, taking on pointed, geometric shapes between my organs with the incompressible transparency of a diamond.\n\nI held onto my faith until college. There, I joined a Christian fellowship group as well as a Christian a capella group, and continued to read the Bible and pray for 45 minutes every evening before going to sleep. Towards the end of my freshman year, a particularly sardonic professor I’d come to admire summarized the New Testament in a lecture that I’d been anticipating for several weeks. He started in medias res, with the teachings of Jesus. After explaining the Beatitudes, he paused, and then exclaimed through his wiry white beard, “Now if you believed that, I have some real estate to sell you.” It was the most sacrilegious hour I’d ever spent. “Might is right!” he’d proclaimed, half in jest, banging his fist three times on the lecture stand. “It does not pay to be meek.” That lecture marked the first time I’d ever heard a real explication of the atheist perspective—for ridicule, I knew, was the deepest form of atheism. I was shaken, but learned after conducting a desperate investigation into the professor’s past that he’d had a strict Orthodox Jewish upbringing, and after abandoning his faith was now a leading scholar of the philosophy of Friedrich Nietzsche. Perhaps, I thought, his motives are impure. 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Because language artificially allows us to separate the subject from the action, we are able to separate our ‘sins,’ our actions, from ourselves, and then place them onto a third party, who in this case was born 2,000 years ago in Bethlehem, Israel. This third party somehow takes the actions of all mankind onto himself, dies, descends to hell, and then resurrects himself, having left these actions behind in hell… How strange it all sounds now, and how life-denying! For with that simple operation, done at one time in one place, we are all ‘cleansed’ of our human nature forever.”\n\nThree years later, I decided to revisit this lecture and stopped by the office hours of another Nietzsche professor, who is a self-proclaimed Christian, to ask him about his faith. His response was not one I’d expected. 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