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When I first attached to this album, I was very much like the cynical and dark narrator in "My God." My reasons were driven primarily by my confusion over my gender identity and my frustration with prayers unanswered, but also because I was tired of being scared into believing (I can tell some interesting and frightening experiences attending Baptist and Pentacostal churches and "salvation"). Regardless, I used to blindly shun organized religion with no real alternative or thought. It was a reaction out of frustration and anger. I now find myself where I feel I have transitioned spiritually into a person who has found a personal spiritual path like the narrator in "Wind Up." I go to a Unitarian Universalist fellowship regularly, though not every Sunday. I'm active in the fellowship to the extent I think I can handle. Yes, it's organized religion, but it affords me personal freedom to decide what spiritual path I want to take and when I want to show up for service or not. I've never felt pressured or guilted into attending, and I don't feel my experience is hollow or born from fear. I realize that I still have a lot of questions to ask and a lot of answers to find, but at least now I feel like I'm looking and asking rather than just sitting in a seat because I have to or else, or refusing to sit in a seat because it's futile and I'm angry about life and not being given the starting position I would have preferred.