Thank you Richard Dawkins for helping me realize that I owe no apologies to anyone for my beliefs – or lack thereof. I grew up in the catholic church and I remember questioning their practices before I even received first communion, though I “knew better” than to voice my opinions at the time. In fact, it wasn't until I was in my mid-twenties that I told my parents I was a non-believer and despite the enormity of my proclamation (or possibly because of it) both of them quickly repressed it. I eventually clarified my stance on religion again many years later, but still only stated that I was an agnostic at the time. After reading the section in Chapter 2, “The poverty of agnosticism”, I finally saw the light and declared myself an atheist, and despite the lingering fear of reprisal from disapproving bosses and family members, I haven't felt better.