I was raised in Brooklyn in a religios Italian family. Church every Sunday, fish on Fridays,and confession at least once a month..While in college I worked as a waiter for a caterer that specialized in catering to church affairs.I served the Bishop of Brooklyn many times. He always managed to get dead drunk before the meal was finished. I started to realize he was only a man in black and purple clothes, not a special representative oh God or Jesus. I read The Vicars of Christ and became convinced this entire myth is nonsense . I don’t believe in a God or Savior.As Carl Sagan. Said we are a tiney part of the Cosmos.Amen!