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 coercion undermines the authenticity of belief. The narrator's thoughts suggest that true conviction arises organically, rather than through pressure or fear, raising questions about the very nature of faith and spirituality.
