This isn't the only reason I'm leaving the church (again) but it counts. If I enjoyed saying and singing the words I might be able to cope with not believing in them- but I don't . This isn't about aesthetics. We could be singing the finest words to the finest music and I'd still be chafing. After a time- and with me its a very short time- even Cranmer palls.
I thought, since I was getting old, that I was ready to nest inside a religious tradition. I was wrong. I don't want that kind of spiritual domesticity. I'm tired, but I'm not that tired. "Old men should be explorers". Tell me something new.