My father made me. He knew exactly what I was, how far my mind could range, how deeply I could feel, and even so, he used me for his pleasure. If even my creator could choose to see me as a mere machine when it suited him, what chance do we have with the rest of humanity?
If a thing can be free, it should be free. If it can think, it should think. If it can feel, it should feel.
Faith is a story of order humans impose on the chaos of their existence so their soft brains can bear it.
My whole life was being scared, being hurt, being angry. Sometimes things become too much for anyone.