Greetings from that horribly socialist atheist country called Canada
I was born into an Irish Canadian Anglican family in Kingston Ontario Canada. For the most part religion was rote. You went to church on Sunday and never spoke about it otherwise. Looking back on it now it seems it had more to do with culture than faith. Simply repeating the customs of parents and grandparents. My atheism seemed to arrive quite suddenly. It was during my thirteenth year which would be during my church lessons leading up to confirmation ( confirmation in the Anglican church is quite similar to the Catholic rituals minus the Latin ). I remember joking around with the other candidates and saying, from the first pew in St Mary Magdelen's church, "Jesus fucking Christ" for whatever juvenile teenage reason. There was a complete silence and forlorn look directed at me from all sides. There seemed to be an expected flash of lightning as I was carried directly to hell, do not pass go and see ya later. Of course nothing happened. In my best Penn Jilette revelation I thought "this is complete and utter bullshit". Years of education and and general rational observastions have "confirmed" my viewpoint ( it's interesting although, because I was confirmed at thirteen I am still considered an Anglican. How do I go about undoing this misdeed? ). I have come to the conclusion that life is what it is,a wee bit of a fluke from our point of view but a bit more probable than we might think considering the vastness of the universe.
Understanding that there is no purpose in the Universe frees us all to find one.