“You haven’t read the book, so you have no right to speak.” But if that were true, we’d have to demand every Christian read the Vedas, the Quran, the Tao Te Ching, or Nietzsche himself before daring to speak of their own beliefs. But they don’t, and they’re never asked to. Why? Because for them, faith is a valid excuse for ignorance. For everyone else, only perfect scholarship will do.

You mistake me for someone trying to win a debate. I’m not here to win... I’m here to peel back the illusions.

I’ve read enough of the Bible to recognise its structure: stories shaped by ancient tribes wrestling with fear, fate, and survival, later rebranded as divine truth. Do I know every verse? No. But I know enough to see its god needs obedience more than understanding. Enough to know that “original sin” is not a moral insight, but a psychological trap.

You say the fruit wasn’t an apple. Very well... it wasn’t. But the story is still about punishing the pursuit of knowledge. Whether it was a fig, a grape, a psychedelic mushroom, or a symbol doesn’t change the core message: obedience is good, thinking is dangerous. That is the programming I reject.

You offer sats if I listen to the mp3s. That’s generous, but I don’t trade attention for tips. Not because I think I’m above it, but because I won’t pretend that curiosity can be bought. If I revisit Genesis, it will be for my own purposes, not as homework for a wager.

You call me indoctrinated, but you can’t see your own chains. You ask me to stop outsourcing my mind, yet your mind clings to a story handed to you, rehearsed through ritual, reinforced by fear. You’ve changed your behavior, but have you changed yourself? Or did you just trade one program for another?

I’ll leave you with this: those who need everyone to read their holy book before being allowed to speak have already lost the argument. Truth does not fear criticism. Only dogma demands silence.

Keep your sats. Keep your zip file. I’m not here to be convinced... I’m here to remain free.