Yours truly observes that exclusive religion claims to provide a cure for a universally humanitarian ailment, but it’s the infectious agent. It offers us a supposed external mediator to save our lives, but the plot twist is that we lay down our lives to preserve its influence.

We are beaten up, burnt out, and buried by concentrated negative reinforcement via holy-rolling devotees’ poisonous projections. Match that with the incessant prescriptions of constant self-hatred, self-disregard, self-doubt, and self-ignorance, deemed to be pious.

Obviously, this doesn’t square with a satisfactory living experience, which should spur us to defection for the sake of emancipation. Many practitioners of inclusive spirituality used to be spoken for before we woke up and chose to stand up and speak for ourselves.

We bear incarnate witness to self-love, self-care, self-confidence, and self-education, which are essential for ethereal progression. Our kids and generations that follow them are counting on us to expose misanthropic ideology for the glorified propaganda that it is.