FREE DE SOUL

I used to seek comfort in the idea that the universe had a plan. That every hardship, every joy, every trivial detail of life was orchestrated by a benevolent intelligence. But the universe doesn’t care. Stars explode, earthquakes strike, humans are born and die, and the cosmos continues without notice. At first, this idea was terrifying. It felt like all meaning evaporated, leaving only a cold void. I clung to rituals, traditions, and stories, desperate to convince myself th

For a long time, I believed morality required a divine author. Right and wrong, good and evil, were ideas that existed only because God decreed them. I measured my actions against rules I hadn’t written, constantly worried that I might unknowingly step outside some invisible boundary. Morality felt like an external system sometimes comforting, often oppressive. Leaving faith forced me to rethink everything. If there was no God, was everything permissible? Did life lose its mo

For years, prayer was my refuge. I would fold my hands, close my eyes, and speak words that promised guidance, protection, and intervention. It was comforting, almost meditative. But as I learned more about the natural world, the comforting illusions began to fade. Science didn’t mock my prayers; it offered explanations. It showed me the underlying mechanisms of the universe, the processes that gave rise to life and consciousness, and the principles that governed the cosmos.