It's a wonderful thing.  Freedom.  Freedom of ideas, of love and hate.  Freedom to feel remorse, regret.  I was told I was free, before.  Before my decision to forsake religion.  But faith captured my liberation, chain by chain, lie by lie.  I am newly, truly liberated from the bonds of former dominative masters.  It isn't remorse or shame or regret I feel the most right now.  It is pity that strikes the deepest.  I pity the lies I pilfered as the good steward.  I pity the council I offered…