I have written many times that I got baptized, but I never said why.
Now it seems like the time has come to explain it.
everything I will write is only in a personal capacity; I’m not trying to convince anyone.

From a religious point of view, I am agnostic.
It is not a position taken lightly, much less a position of convenience. Still, it is the result of years of study, not only of theology, and of years spent seeking the gift *of faith that never came, with an open heart and associating with people who had this gift.
I’m not an atheist because I believe I am only a person, and as a person to be limited, and that my reason cannot prove anything, neither existence nor non-existence.
I believe that being an atheist is still a choice of faith; and I don’t trustin ideas: I can trust people **.

I believe in freedom of speech, in self-determination, in the right of people to choose for themselves.
I think in the right to qualityof life, to allow everyone to live in dignity, a fundamental premise to be able to choose with awareness.

The decision to slam me comes from here: the Catholic Church has proven, now more than ever, for what it is: fundamentalist. Not surprisingly, the term derives from the concept of not accepting the free interpretations of the Bible, but of returning to the literal meaning. It can also be said integralism, but the underlying concept does not change.
The Catholic Church has clearly demonstrated that it wants its truth of faithto become a absolute truth.
And on more than one occasion he has tried to imposethis truth, even by force.

To be baptized means to be, even from a legal point of view, subordinate to the ecclesiastical hierarchies.
I believe that one cannot tolerate being part of and having to obey an organization that does not respect the freedom of others.
Just as I would not embrace Islamic fundamentalism, I do not embrace the dictates of the Catholic Church.
This does not mean not being able to become a Christian in the future, or not respecting Catholics: I do not wish to have obedience to those who impose it, as if it were one dictatorial state.

There is too many cultural and material damage that the Catholic Church has done especially to Italy, and I don’t list them here.
Two years ago I said enough: enough of these impositions. And I felt more free.

One of the tremendous cultural legacies that the Church has left us is the fear of death: death is not spoken of, the sacred ceremony that is reserved for the end is a sad ritual that reminds us how much we are sinners and that we must repent before it happens to us too.
Catholicism is the culture of the Kingdom of Heaven: everything you do is for the afterlife.

I’ve always lived to die as soon as I realized what it meant. And it means wondering, every day at every moment if what you are doing would still make sense knowing that you will die the next day.
And no, it does not mean burning your life like an Epicurean, but scaling everything because we are mortal, finite, relative beings.

Upon my death, since no one will be able to impose a Catholic ceremony on me, I would like a party.
A great party where everyone can have fun, where to remember how stunned I was, and end up feeling everyone very relieved. Because I believe that people who leave us, like that E. and so many others who die of hunger, war, disease, or just old age, will probably know the truth.

I look forward to that day, as one of the many that have marked my life.
I await it with curiosity, and I am not afraid of it. If for what I did or thought I deserve the flames of hell, so be it. I’ve always lived my life taking responsibilityfor what I believe and what I do, I don’t see why I shouldn’t do it after I die.
But that won’t stop me from doing what my thought freely suggests to me what is right, and to continue to think that defending the freedom of others is the right choice.

In recent days, a passage from Dostoevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov came to mind over and over again, the one called The Grand Inquisitor. In the author’s invention, Christ has returned to Earth and is recognized and imprisoned.

The Grand Inquisitor is about to send him to his death, and he asks why he came back. He tells him that humanity does not need the freedom that Christ brought him; it needs to be guided by a reliable power that tells him what to do; otherwise, he cannot be happy. In all this, Christ does not say a word, but when the Grand Inquisitor concludes his speech, he kisses him. The Grand Inquisitor will, of course, send him to death anyway.

I believe it is still right to do something concretely to ensure that people continue to be free.
I believe there are still a lot of like-minded people.
That’s why I’ll try to do what I can to make it so, starting with small gestures.

And if you want to participate too, there are still some events around Italy.
Maybe nothing will change, I certainly don’t expect it to be.
The problem is that I don’t want to stop believe.

* As far as I’m concerned, sincere faith is a gift. Believing in something is like having a light that illuminates your path.
** At this moment in my life, in one in particular, to which I am faithfuland in which I trust. But that’s another story.