I do not believe in gods, ghosts, or immortal souls. The world does not whisper secrets from behind a veil. There are no hidden masters, no cosmic judges, no eternal rewards or punishments. The universe is vast, indifferent, and real enough without those illusions.
Yet I affirm the sacred.
Not sacred as in untouchable myth, but sacred as in worth defending, worth orienting one’s life around. The sacred is agency: the fragile, improbable spark of beings who can choose. The sacred is flourishing: the expansion of possibility, the deepening of complexity, the broadening of futures. The sacred is authenticity: to live without lies, without masks imposed by coercion or conformity. The sacred is truth: fallible, conditional, and human, yet still our only compass through the chaos.
To be secular is not to be empty. It is to build meaning consciously, instead of inheriting it from priests or kings. To be transcendent is not to rise above matter, but to see further into its patterns, to understand the measure of futures, and to act in ways that ripple beyond the vantage of the moment.
I do not kneel. I do not pray. I do not seek salvation. But I choose reverence. I revere life, intelligence, and the fragile continuity of agency against the entropy of the cosmos. I revere the possibility of futures not yet crushed by coercion or ignorance. I revere the luminous act of choice—the branching moment where the universe itself becomes different because we willed it.
This is my credo: not belief in spirits, but fidelity to transcendence. Not obedience to gods, but commitment to values I know are chosen and conditional, yet luminous enough to live and die for. Not worship of the supernatural, but reverence for the natural made meaningful through agency.
The sacred remains. We carry it ourselves.