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For as long as I can remember I’ve known I didn’t believe in a god. That never stopped me from being amazed at what seemed beyond my comprehension or expressing faith in things I could not prove, what William James would call the mystical. I was and remain intrigued by religious thought and philosophy, but was never inclined to join a religious community, something that seemed antithetical to my atheism. Still, when asked, I would claim that while I don’t believe in god, “I am spiritual.” Most theists would inquire no further since my initial assertion of atheism made my subsequent claim trivial and irrelevant. For other atheists or agnostics, the “spiritual” tag was a shorthand for being taken with mystery and awe. They either understood this or didn’t care. My faith was bound by an interiority that engaged with the outside world but was at the same time profoundly about me in that world. I came to understand this and develop a richer spiritual life when, a few years ago, I jo...
