I am a full time, traveling, photographer deeply and tirelessly interested in the species I have woken up in. As one among many of this technologically advanced and enabled human race, currently dominating the Earth, I have embraced and entertained a phase of superstitious thought throughout much of my own youth; which, fortunately, I have worked my brain out of, over the past three years. I took an interest in biology and astrophysics in my earliest twenties and have been cutting away at the mess of misinformation ever since. As a cultural norm, still deeply engraved in our later centuries of technologically advanced humankind, we are still unknowingly herding our decedents into closed, basement-like rooms of stunted intellectual reasoning. It is not once a day, but multiple times a day that I am reminded of the curious moment in human history I am standing in. We are advanced in our science and technology but we are regressed, ages, in our intellectual reasoning. The majority of our thinking minds are absorbed by human vainglory, irrational superstition and a false comfort in the most preposterous form of narcissism; the manmade deity.
I will not be around to see the day that humankind, as a whole, wakes up from its self-invented delusions, but I will keep the record for those of us imagining this progression of reasoning, here, in the twenty-first century.
May they chuckles at this smudge on the human time-scale. Where life-threatening cancer is cured by scientifically enabled doctors, and the families of those saved thank an "all-powerful," imaginative deity that failed to prevent the unnecessary suffering all-together.
May they embrace a more mindful happening of human consciousness and understanding, based in reason and planted in the careful thoughts of their leaders and educators.
May they derive the most breathtaking of poetry from the many discoverable truths of reality and seek greater comfort in the true humbling the greater cosmos has to offer.
My life blinked into existence in a small town on the west coast, nestled between two hills and looped around by a river. It was a simple place, full of simple people, and simple ideas. It was a place where the old gnarled forest hemming our tiny house, the river plunging past us, the pinpricks of starlight, and the jumping beat beneath my fingers when I placed my hand to my chest, were all ascribed to the same invisible Creator. Without evidence, without questioning, our minds were expected to conform and mold to this way of thinking about the world.
Wholly taken by the idea of a supernatural force that revolves and orbits around me, I spent two decades immersed in the religious lifestyle. I traveled internationally with a missionary organization--hell bent on telling every human I could find about their imminent doom and the superior ideas of my personal creed. I embodied the perfect religious specimen: zealous, ignorant, and perfectly lacking the tools to critique and examine a set of ideas.
This kingdom of naïve thinking that I had surrounded and enshrined myself inside first began to crumble when, at twenty four years old, I decided to finish my education. For the first time I entered classrooms dedicated to Biology, Earth Science, and Astronomy, and the men and women who took the stage to deliver their lectures captivated me in a way I had never experienced. Here were people that presented new ways of thinking with no intention of anyone taking their word for it, introducing me for the first time to the idea of evidence and the scientific method. Such simple ideas, and yet they altered my fundamental capacity for reasoning.
I am in a brand new world. None of my childhood ideas have held against the pressure of rational questioning. As my old worldview crumbled, a new outlook on life took it’s place. I have chosen to label myself as an Atheist, because I think that all lifeforms are a chemical wonder and should be protected instead of shamed. I am a proponent of progressive education systems, because only by learning how to ask questions will we eradicate faulty, antiquated sets of ideas. I am an activist for the LGBTQ community, because I know first hand that a man standing behind a pulpit cannot grasp the intricacy and beauty of my sexuality. I am a Geology major, because if our only understanding of this planet derives from a set of myths then we will surely become the destroyers of our own home.