This Prezi relates to an incident several years ago. I was just outside my local public library after checking out Richard Dawkins' The God Delusion, Christopher Hitchens' God Is Not Great, and Sam Harris' The End of Faith. All of these books are critiques of religion. While outside waiting for my mother to come pick me up, a wandering proselytizer inquired as to whether I had accepted Jesus as my savior. I was taken aback by this question: it seemed to me profoundly ironic. Dramatically ironic, as I figured it. I had constructed a story of my life wherein the expected ending differed from what actually occurred. We make stories all the time, mostly about ourselves.
This Prezi relates to an incident several years ago. I was just outside my local public library after checking out Richard Dawkins' The God Delusion, Christopher Hitchens' God Is Not Great, and Sam Harris' The End of Faith. All of these books are critiques of religion. While outside waiting for my mother to come pick me up, a wandering proselytizer inquired as to whether I had accepted Jesus as my savior. I was taken aback by this question: it seemed to me profoundly ironic. Dramatically ironic, as I figured it. I had constructed a story of my life wherein the expected ending differed from what actually occurred. We make stories all the time, mostly about ourselves.