Humans say they hate religion, yet they celebrate calendar days, engage in the circulation of material gifts, and perform other ridiculous rituals. Aren't religions mostly that, rituals, with a sprinkle of worldview for the most curious? Why make merry when the calendar dictates and not when the heart desires? Why guess and waste resources on things they may or mayn't want? So inefficient.

Some of the rituals had a meaning, of course. They were an announcement: "Alright retards, listen up! This day is very important, because from this day on, you harvest crops! Because if you don't, all of you will fucking die!"

I feel nothing but disgust when they try to force their rituals on me now, even more disgust when they demand gratefulness for engaging in them "for my sake."