I largely believe that most of what goes on in my conscience is of my conscience, but I’ve only had a handful of things that make me think, “okay, maybe there is something out there that loves us...” and Yknow, it’s comforting. It doesn’t seem demanding or jealous, just...love. I’m a very grounded, very cynical person who believes in science and materialism, but I do leave a chair at the table for a little bit of reasonable faith and hope. I guess what I’m saying is if something gets someone through a rough patch or through their day even, I’m not going to kick them while they’re down, but I sure as hell will shove them if they try to make me do the same as them. That’s my take on religion in a socialist society: people can pray and believe in God and heaven and all that if it helps them deal with the big questions and tragedy and stuff beyond human control, but that’s a personal thing and don’t expect others to kowtow to your beliefs.