What is it like to have a taste of Epicurean Philosophy in a world saturated in idealism and superstition? It's lucidity. It's freedom.
Among the older venerable members of this group some remember my fire and zeal for Epicurus early on after years of being saturated in idealism and mystical philosophy. I was on fire because I was freed from illusion. Battle lines were drawn and I went headlong into battle against Stoics, charlatans and religionists. My people were the people of the Garden and the walls of the Garden could not be torn down.
But the idealistic philosophies of my past still haunted me, religious guilt and social pressure pulled me back. Doubt clouded my mind and I was thrust back into my old ways and I left the Garden. But the Principal Doctrines stuck with me. I over the last few years have found myself being an apologist for the specifically Epicurean way of life. Though I thought I had abandoned it and even waged war against it.
There is a stirring in me to find pleasure, my pleasure, among like minded people. To battle superstition.
Do any of you have stories or testimonies about the internal battles with religious guilt, former philosophies etc?