(Somewhat tired atm, sorry if my words are awkward)
I like your conscientious stance on religion Duna. I find it offputting the widespread idea of conflating one's political ideologies with their religious beliefs, or even worse, subordinating their religion to the demands of politics. From what I know of Christian beliefs, as I had an amoral upbringing, I'd think that Christianity would revile all forms of government as systems of power; power that tempts and corrupts and leads into sin, and only accepting the existence of government reluctantly as a necessary evil that fallen creatures must participate in.
My own sad, I mentioned a 'game idea' I had to a friend, and I was bitterly reminded why I keep my ideas to myself: I hate exposing them to the filthy grubbiness of reality. I was asked why I don't try to make it myself (or atleast, I think that's what he was going to ask, I anticipated his asking and prevented him from speaking by interrupting him; I didn't want to even attempt giving him an answer to that question.) and I got to thinking, why don't I? And the answer is obvious to me: I love my little fantasies, they're highly intricate stories that keep me company in my many lonely hours; and attempting to make them tangible realities will, without doubt, introduce into them that element of reality that makes them disappointing and ugly. Just being real means being finite, while remaining as the fantasies in my head they'll have the beauty of infinite potential, of the characters within them being alive within me, as opposed to dead on a page or screen.
I hope that makes sense. There's just so much I'm disappointed with in life, in reality, that it seems obvious to me that by trying to create 'art' all I'm doing is removing the beauty that is in my head, and killing it through exposure to reality.