childhood memories conversation with adult mind

I was quite enjoying myself outside of your heretical ideas. If you want me dead because of your religious agenda, I propose your ignorance to be married with your own hatred. I was found rather absent of hate, without your illogical ideas corrupting my brain. I think maybe instead of hating each other we should enjoy life. I am not talking about peace loving hippie bull-shit either. I mean a paradoxical estimation of beliefs. Perhaps we drink the brew together and interpret what parts we enjoy, separating bias, focus on the object at hand. In a more tangible sense, life is the object, we both can agree by the conscious mind leading my fingers to type this, that I am alive. If I am alive, and life is my conscious state, than it would only make sense, to make my greatest effort to contribute focus and attention on life, and what will help preserve life.