So I've been meaning for like a lifetime to start a blog called Poetic Atheism, a term I made up after I wrote Doubt: A History, in large part from thinking -- and in part from talking to Americans and other people about what religion and secularism and atheism mean to them. Humanist atheist religious groups taught me a lot (that religion is good sometimes when you take out the supernatural) and also I learned a lot from the 6000 years of cultural history of humanity (spotty but still good for the whole first two of those millennia): that art and love are the real and sufficient answer to the otherwise horrible fact of the abyss, death, and the non living world of the universe, vast mostly empty and cold and sometimes very hot but rarely warm, rarer still warm-blooded, and rare but I think not too to rare, sentient as me you and the whales.
Hey if you feel like it please comment here or on my new Poetic Atheism site, or somewhere as it makes me feel more stitched in to the fabric of humanity, and if I don't get help with that, I drop a stitch and may under stress unravel my valiant previous efforts at order and tapestry. Or, as usual, just buy a book! So I can eat and buy ink!
Don'k kill yourselves and I shall return to encourage you again.