I never believed in God. Not even at school when my priestly teacher drummed the fear and the guilt into us. I believed that he believed it, all right, but I thought he was mad. Delusional. I thought if somebody had to force you that much to believe in something then it wasn't worth believing, that it wasn't natural, you know?
The narrator expresses a deep skepticism towards the concept of God, reflecting on their experiences in school where a priestly teacher instilled fear and guilt. Rather than being convinced, the narrator viewed the teacher's fervor as a sign of madness and delusion. This leads to a broader contemplation about belief itself, suggesting that genuine faith should be natural and not forced.
This perspective highlights a critical approach to religion, emphasizing that...
