Chapter 92
And then I met science.
That lovely invention of logic and reason.
The combination of fact and speculation which can always be proved or disproved by a series of repeated experiments.
It wasn't like religion. Sure, my father had a degree in zoology, but even that didn't stop him from believing until his very last breath.
What religion was to my father, science is to me.
A Biology course in High School set it off, where we actually got a chance to study Darwin's views on evolution. Finally, some order in a world of theorizing and speculating. I wanted so badly to approach my father with this information, these facts. But inside me, I knew he would never accept it, and would only follow the words of Jesus or Allah or any of the sacred Hindu texts.
I learned I didn't have to believe in God if I could believe in science.