To Change, To Convert? Why Bother?

I Am Pleased Now That I Have Lived In A Gay As Well As A Religious Ghetto, Though It Hasn't Been Very Comfortable. Taken Together, Their Limitations Cancel Each Other Out And I Have Seen The World More Kindly And More Honestly.

Because Of My Marxism, I Was Not Into Myths Or Miracles, Whether It Was The Virgin Birth, The Physical Resurrection Or Casting Out Demons From An Epileptic.

My Mother Enjoyed Old Age, And Because Of Her I've Begun To Enjoy Parts Of It Too. So Far I've Had It Good And Am Crumbling Nicely.

I Recovered My Infant Judaism, But In A Reformist Version.

For Some Years I Deserted Religion In Favour Of Marxism. The Republic Of Goodness Seemed More Attainable Than The Kingdom Of God.