When I became convinced that the Universe is natural that all the ghosts and gods are myths, there entered into my brain, into my soul, into every drop of my blood, the sense, the feeling, the joy of freedom.
The walls of my prison crumbled and fell, the dungeon was flooded with light and all the bolts, and bars, and manacles became dust.
I was no longer a servant, a serf, or a slave.
There was for me no master in all the wide world, not even in infinite space.
I was free.
Free to think, to express my thoughts free to live to my own ideal free to live for myself and those I loved free to use all my faculties, all my senses free to spread imagination's wings free to investigate, to guess and dream and hope free to judge and determine for myself free to reject all ignorant and cruel creeds, all the "inspired" books that savages have produced, and all the barbarous legends of the past free from popes and priests free from all the "called" and "set apart" free from sanctified mistakes and holy lies free from the fear of eternal pain free from the winged monsters of night free from devils, ghosts, and gods For the first time I was free.
There were no prohibited places in all the realms of my thought, no air, no space, where fancy could not spread her painted wings no chains for my limbs no lashes for my back no fires for my flesh no master's frown or threat no following another's steps no need to bow, or cringe, or crawl, or utter lying words. I was free.
I stood erect and fearlessly, joyously, faced all worlds. And then my heart was filled with gratitude, with thankfulness, and went out in love to all the heroes, the thinkers who gave their lives for the liberty of hand and brain for the freedom of labor and thought to those who fell on the fierce fields of war, to those who died in dungeons bound with chains to those who proudly mounted scaffold's stairs to those whose bones were crushed, whose flesh was scarred and torn to those by fire consumed to all the wise, the good, the brave of every land, whose thoughts and deeds have given freedom to the sons of men. And I vowed to grasp the torch that they had held, and hold it high, that light might conquer darkness still.