Here is a profound and beautiful speech that sheds some light on the deep conflict between those who call themselves religious, and those who believe themselves to be non-religious. I don't think I've ever heard this expressed so elegantly. I call myself an atheist (and have for years), but this speech got me wondering: What do I worship? In my case, I think my "religion" is intellectualism. Learning more about something has always been a major coping mechanism for me, whether I be in the throes of grief, or struggling with the fallout of sexism, or wrestling with a loved one over some principle or belief.