I hate those moments when once again I’m confronted with cowardice and ignorance that masquerades as humility and wisdom. It utterly diminishes me. I just swell up with a surging maelstrom of anger, sadness, defeat, despair and shame for my fellow man who lives by facsimiles of virtues. A life filled with nothing but moral circumspection without any cognitive direction. To believe anything without allowing its discussion or challenge is a fanaticism which abdicates something of what it is to be human, to be made in the image of God. It sacrifices our ability to doubt and reason upon the altar of assurance. And it is a sacrifice that I could never make.