I once knew a man—let us call him Mr. Granite—who had a talent for moral architecture. He built his opinions the way some people build coastal fortresses: thick walls, narrow gates, and very few windows.
Over coffee, in a place where the chairs were designed to make you leave promptly, Mr. Granite announced, with a pleasant certainty, “I would never do something like that.”
He said it the way people … Read the rest
Athens, in the middle of the sixth century before our era, was not yet the museum city of marble postcards. It was a place of dust, olives, arguments, and men who could recite laws in the morning and break them politely in the afternoon. The Athenians had recently received a precious gift: rules that were meant to be stronger than families. Solon, the lawgiver, had tried to take a city … Read the rest
A man I knew used to carry a small object in his pocket. Not a charm exactly—he would have laughed at that word—but something smooth he could roll between his fingers when he was anxious. He said it helped him focus. It gave his hands something to do while his mind calmed down. Later I saw the same man in a church, doing almost the same thing with a prayer … Read the rest
People say it in a relaxed voice, almost kindly: “Look, other religions are nonsense. Mine is the good one.” Then they add a few details, because details make any claim feel more serious. “Their rituals are stupid.” “They’re dirty.” “They have crazy limitations.” “They fast in the daytime and then try to cheat by turning off the lights, as if God can’t see.” Everyone laughs. The laughter has that … Read the rest
There are people who leave religion because they hate it, and people who leave because they loved something in it and could no longer pretend. I understand the second group better. Not because they are smarter, but because they are usually gentler. They are not trying to win arguments. They are trying to stop lying to themselves.
Most believers I have met are not hungry for control. They are tired, … Read the rest
