I like to think I’m a gentler, kinder sort of atheist.

In my two years out of the territory, I took a lot of time to really think about the line I drew in the religious sand.

I was pleasantly surprised to find how much my views have changed. In some parts you could say I’ve mellowed with age, but my real reason for being a softer kind of non-believer strangely enough came from other atheists.

I find it amusingly ironic how much of a fundamentalist attitude a lot of atheists adopt.

The vehemence from most atheists quickly slides into something pedantic. So much so, you wonder why they bother.

If you really think about it, does it make sense to spend your life moaning about a guy you already agree doesn’t exist? I don’t think so either.

Particularly when being an atheist, you have to understand that this is your only shot at being an active, participatory human being. As your lights dim at the end of your life, do you really want to look back at someone who spent it complaining about the non-existance of God?

I can easily picture a lot of atheists I know as shotgun wielding curmudgeons, rocking back and forth in their chairs, yelling at religious people to get off their lawns.

Moving to Saskatoon was one life lesson after another. So it was pretty much unavoidable, eventually, I had to get around to really thinking why I choose to exclude deism from my life.

I was kind of surprised of how fast the answers started to come. And a little ashamed that I had never thoroughly explored this part of me before.

You’d think it was a little important.

Ok, here we go. Long philosophical journey short: the idea that everything we see on this planet and pretty much everything in existence is the completely random confluence of atomic particles slamming together – is doubly hilarious and awesome to me.

Awesome for the fact that out of the randomness of deep space, out humans pop and invent things like reality television and fast food. And Hilarious, well, for those exact same reasons.

This randomness might seem cold, but I find it quite freeing.

Once you really wrap your head around the fact that we’re on a giant rock hurtling through the vastness of space, you can afford a little more lightness in your life. Especially when you take in account the ridiculous things we as a species argue about.

If people want to find fulfillment through religion, let ’em. Spirituality is just as varied as life itself. If there really was one objective way to be happy, fulfilled people, you’d think we would have figured it out by now.

It’s okay for everyone on this planet to have different spiritual perspectives. We all come from different places, and lead varied lives. It would be impossible for all of us to see the world in the same way. And kinda boring really.

Less arguing and more dialoguing I sez!

I don’t want to be having all this fun by myself.