Midnight Mass

“The problems with having faith is that it makes people think they know something. But none of us know anything.” This is a spiritual autopsy: a dissection of what happens when faith devolves into fanaticism masquerading as righteousness. A downtrodden, isolated island becomes a pressure cooker where belief becomes addiction and salvation becomes hunger. It isn’t anti-faith; it’s pro-truth. A haunting exploration of reverence without religion and grace without dogma that seems to advocate for a form of spiritual humanism. Rather than condemning religion, it pleads for authenticity in a world that too easily confuses certainty for holiness. A sermon for skeptics. A confession for believers. A requiem for blind faith. A eulogy for certainty itself. “I think that’s what heaven is — the idea that we go on. That our energy continues. That our atoms become part of something else.”