Here’s retired (although not from blogging) professor of philosophy Robert Paul Wolff on what really matters:
A story from my Memoir. When I was twelve, my mother said to me, “Robbie, you come from a mixed marriage. Your father is an agnostic and I am an atheist. All the other little boys are going to go to Hebrew school and be bar mitzvah’ed and have big parties and get lots of presents, and you can do that too, if you want to. Or, your father and I will give you a hundred dollars and you can buy yourself some presents.” I thought about that for a bit and took the hundred. I used it to buy Natie Gold’s Lionel electric train set, which I coveted. That was my last serious engagement with organized religion. Little did I know then that I would choose a career in which a rudimentary knowledge of Hebrew would be useful.