You know, over time, I have an aversion to Christianity, to which I technically belong, according to which my loved ones and most likely myself are buried and will be buried. But I'm increasingly thinking about how violent its adoption was, that we still celebrate pagan holidays that they never managed to eradicate and had to come up with their own justification. And how little we really know about the customs (which is partly due, of course, to the fact that each area had its own small and not so small differences). It makes me cringe.















