After a lifetime of trying to show people their power and arm them with knowledge, get them to read, think, research, investigate, seek out truth for themselves, I'm beginning to understand the despair embedded in the old world religions. Most people cannot handle knowledge and they need an anchor for their faith. They cannot fully admit to themselves that they will always live in faith (look up Munchhausen trilemma). Atheists simply organize around rejection of a deity, by varying definitions, and convince themselves their faith in science is actually the absence of faith. In doing so, they have basically eliminated God to become God themselves. They are humbled by nothing. They neither see nor yield to any higher order, they will mindlessly charge forward desiring to dominate, trample, and subdue even Mother Nature herself, all things we conform to their script and their notions, all things are malleable, all things mutable, all things under control. They hate God, they must kill him, they must show him up and surpass him, they must do all these things simply because they're mad at their parents, their own reflection, their helplessness in the broader world, and thus the Creator. It just has to come dressed in different clothes, not unlike Jesus coming unto them in a new form such that they may follow and understand. And again, they simply do not want to see that it is still all the same, because they still have the same needs (certainty, security, default reality, anchor) programmed in from early childhood. A grandiose and pitiful fate, in truth. This all coming from someone who is not religious and was not raised with any religion, so I've found myself an eternal heretic, rejected by all. An inhuman all encompassing loneliness and futility not unlike that of God I suppose, says my inner narcissist.
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