I spent the first six years of my life in Israel, and the rest in France. Now, my immediate family wasn’t really religious, but cultural osmosis did lead me to believe in the better-known Old Testament stories—a vague belief in God, as others might believe in Santa Claus (I also believed in the Tooth Fairy. And that she looked like Gonzo in a skirt. Muppet Babies may have been to blame).
Around age 8-10, I became enamored with science, which became central to my worldview. Now, one of the books I owned around then was a children’s animal encyclopedia, and it had a couple pages explaining old animal-related superstitions, ranging from “black cats bring bad luck” to “ants fighting means an enemy army is approaching”. It was my first introduction to the concept of superstitions. But then, when I stopped, and thought of those examples, and what I knew of science, and what I knew of God and all those biblical stories… It occurred to me that religion sounded remarkably like superstition. It would be an overstatement to say I became a rationalist at that specific point, but that’s when I became an atheist; furthermore, it was around then that I decided superstition, and incorrect beliefs, were something to oppose and grow out of.
In retrospect, I can see that a lot of the fiction I read around that time helped shape my worldview. A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court showed me superstition being used to manipulate a nation, while displaying the power of science. Odyssey from River Bend showed me post-apocalyptic heroes searching for lost scientific knowledge. Rahan showed me a caveman using reason to overcome superstition.
Of course, all of this only constituted early steps. I was years later that I would formalize my philosophy, and learn that “believing in rationalism” was, at most, the first step to actually being rational.
But if I had to point out where it all started...I’d say it was my childhood science magazine, and that animal encyclopedia.
I spent the first six years of my life in Israel, and the rest in France. Now, my immediate family wasn’t really religious, but cultural osmosis did lead me to believe in the better-known Old Testament stories—a vague belief in God, as others might believe in Santa Claus (I also believed in the Tooth Fairy. And that she looked like Gonzo in a skirt. Muppet Babies may have been to blame).
Around age 8-10, I became enamored with science, which became central to my worldview. Now, one of the books I owned around then was a children’s animal encyclopedia, and it had a couple pages explaining old animal-related superstitions, ranging from “black cats bring bad luck” to “ants fighting means an enemy army is approaching”. It was my first introduction to the concept of superstitions. But then, when I stopped, and thought of those examples, and what I knew of science, and what I knew of God and all those biblical stories… It occurred to me that religion sounded remarkably like superstition. It would be an overstatement to say I became a rationalist at that specific point, but that’s when I became an atheist; furthermore, it was around then that I decided superstition, and incorrect beliefs, were something to oppose and grow out of.
In retrospect, I can see that a lot of the fiction I read around that time helped shape my worldview. A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court showed me superstition being used to manipulate a nation, while displaying the power of science. Odyssey from River Bend showed me post-apocalyptic heroes searching for lost scientific knowledge. Rahan showed me a caveman using reason to overcome superstition.
Of course, all of this only constituted early steps. I was years later that I would formalize my philosophy, and learn that “believing in rationalism” was, at most, the first step to actually being rational.
But if I had to point out where it all started...I’d say it was my childhood science magazine, and that animal encyclopedia.