This morning I heard that George Carlin died. I thought about how he was an influence in my life in my agnostic tendencies. I thought about his criticisms of religion and theism in general. I thought about how I used to have the same conceptions. I listened to his piece called "religion is bullshit". He made typical atheist dogmatic statements like :

"eligion convinced the world that there's an invisible man in the sky who watches everything you do. And there's 10 things he doesn't want you to do or else you'll go to a burning place with a lake of fire until the end of eternity. But he loves you! ...And he needs money! He's all powerful, but he can't handle money!"

followed by "...this is bullshit!"

I thought about how I liked a lot of what he philosophised on and how clever he was with words.
I thought about how these ideas sound convincing on the surface.
I thought about how I adopted them as dogma without doing any objective research.
I thought about how I thought myself to be a free thinker when in fact I was closed minded.

I thought about how ironic it was that I was to find out that it was these ideas were the bullshit.

I went to a meeting at noon and we read "The Vicious Cycle". I remembered that I identified a major aspect of my story in the cycles of addiction.

Tonight I watched an episode of Intervention that helped me again get an idea of how much (actually how little) detail I should tell in my story.