Nearing the end of 2015, continuing into what was at one time dreamed of as a fascinating and curious future, all we seem to be able to do is kill one another in the name of our gods. What great clanking chains religion places upon our species, bending our backs and forcing us to our knees when we might arise and work towards real solutions rather than debate who is going to have a better afterlife, who is going and who is not, what bounty they will receive when they arrive. Why is our real, livable, undoubtable life so much less important to religious folk than the theoretical one upon which no one can agree or even demonstrate actually exists?
