I was brought up in a Christian house hold. My father was a church deakin and my mum was a Sunday school teacher (still is). I can't remember a time in my life where I actually believed in God.
Anyone else always had an issue with believing in invisible beings?
I think I lumped religion and gods in with Santa, The Tooth Fairy, and Easter Bunny. For some reason, my brain has always worked analytically. Spirituality has never made sense to me.
Not to be a smartass, just for your edification, I think it's spelled deacon. But a bullshit artist by any other name is just as stinky eh? And yeah, I convinced myself to believe for a little while, but the many mental gymnastics and acceptance of poor explanations required never sat well with me.
I noticed the misspelling myself, but as i am legally blind and miss a lot of errors myself, I usually let misspellings go. It is deacon.