An afterlife? I rejected the idea as silly. How could adults who
worked during the week as engineers, accountants, and teachers, turn into
pudding heads on Sunday? Did they believe the nonsense about invisible beings
that lived in the sky, or were they pretending in front of us kids? If it was a
pretense, why would they lie to their children?
There I was, barely
aware of myself as a human being and with a huge mystery already pecking away
at my mind. Why did this extraordinary gulf exist between how I experienced the
world and how everyone around me claimed life worked? Why were children asked
to be inventive and creative, and then told not to ask questions and to merely
repeat ‘correct’ answers? This absurd situation taught me that I didn’t exist: only the ability to
reflect what was told to me by others could make me acceptable.
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