Before I dive in once again, a side note derived from an imaginary conversation with someone asking me what my motivation for all this soul-searching is.
First, this is an elaborate attempt to not throw out the baby with the bathwater. When I cast off the faith of my youth, I came to the then-surprising conclusion that I wasn’t losing half of my identity in doing so. This is an effort to prove that observation right.
Second. My habitual tendency is to allow my critically rational side to be dominant in all things. But while the rational side is an excellent provider and protector, it’s a lousy nurturer. I am a robot, but I am also an animal. This is an attempt to acknowledge the animal.