What they were my doubts ahead of its certezas? The religious colleges were the best ones and I studied in one of them. It was an institution of North American origin, in which a cult gave beginning to the lessons. More complicated he was still, because I never doubted the sincerity of the shepherd in the act of its teachings. One saw in its eyes and attitudes that he was a complete and kind man, and not an actor. The edge of the common sense I resvalei per many years, and, of certain form, astray of me exactly.
Now, solitude reserves same me to the ousadia to launch me it this specific type of study without the explicit didactic support of the masters historians. The dominant culture makes use of innumerable mechanisms to inhibit the curious ones. To start for the domain of the education of History. It created enmity between the reason and the belief, foments animosidades between science and the religion, created difficult emotional blockades to be breached, spread out millenarian preconceptions, exerts a powerful social pressure etc. Beyond everything this, I wise person that I went to confrot with the resentment of a barren pedantismo and the dolorida sincerity of the religious incompreenso. Already I was accused to impose my thoughts. The arguments of which I participate are imposed by itself, not I. In addition, the imposition alone exists when in the right is deducted to them from choice.
When weeds the snake I look for to show the wood. Obligation of who declares in the study of History. The fact is that, still, in our society, the not-believer has all the right to be been silent. But it is as soon as we find in them in full century XXI, from fear to think. Saint Augustin and Martinho Lutero fed such situation. Today, I see that nothing it had as much importance for me how much to follow and to invest in my proper intuition. I placed my life in this. I feel myself satisfied for having carried through my infanto-youthful dream and to be able to reveal it here.