rules and processes we had filled ourselves with as human beings, all the relationships, progress and achievements we strive for, all the knowledge we accumulate - all for it to just stop. My twelve year old self pondered, how can it all just stop? On the other hand, I thought, if it just stops, then what’s the point? I arrived at the question like I’d run into a wall.

I didn’t know the answer, and there was nobody to ask. Then I remembered a recent event we had at school whereby each student was given a free pocket Bible - a small printing of the Good Book, in a red, plastic cover with gold embossed lettering on the front. Thinking back, I’m enraged to consider that my bog-standard, government-funded Comprehensive School saw fit to gift us with texts of one religion and not a...

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