I was taking my wolfhound for a walk today in the grounds of an old Christian church, now all ruins, roof gone and the walls standing as a forgotten relic of its religious past. The walls conveyed to me the harsh restrictive nature of the religion it once contained. I was glad to be a Satanist, an outlook of liberty, free of restriction. I know of Satanists who dream of building their own Satanic building. I am glad that these dreams are unlikely to happen because Satanism is inside the Satanist never out there in the world.