You have had a secular epiphany at some point in your life. You write a book about the glimpse of enlightenment which you have had hoping that you can help others. It gets published. You croak. You have made arrangements with the profits of your book to have yourself cryogenically frozen awaiting a future date when medical science can fix whatever has croaked you. Centuries pass. Medical science does finally catch up with your malady. Your are defrosted, cured, good as new. Shave and a haircut, two bits. In the intervening years, your book has become the core text to a religion that has sprung up from your secular enlightenment. You never meant for this to happen, but such are the vagaries of man. You see that thousands world wide look to your writings for hope and comfort and there are temples erected in your name. You have become a scion. Do you let the people worship you knowing that you are just a man/woman who wrote a book of your thoughts, or do you tell them to stop this at once. Do you take away their faith, or do you let them have it?