My background is Roman Catholic. As a teenager, I considered myself devout.
The first glimmers of doubt occurred in my junior year of high school, when we read Beowulf in English literature class. How was their belief in Wyrd different from my belief in the biblical god? I began to explain my belief on the basis of choice, without understanding yet what was wrong with that.
When I matriculated to The University of Michigan a year and a half later, I drew two Jewish cousins as my roommates in the dorm. This confronted me with the question “why is my religion better than theirs?” I realized that I had no answer. That began a three-year-long, gradual deconversion process. On November 1, 1975, during my first year of law school, I walked out of church before mass began and never returned.