You might think it would be nice if there was some omnipotent, omniscient and fundamentally 'good' celestial Parent whose lap we could run for crying, whenever a niggardly fate has worn us down. A someone to punish the wicked and reward the good and conduct the great harmonious symphony of life towards its ultimate and glorious fulfilment.
You might hope to step off the stage and discover a benevolent, fatherly figure (always sporting a beard, like Santa), smiling upon you with a loving, soothing demeanour and to know without the trace of a doubt that everything is just as it ought to be.
I really wish people would stop loving some made-up sanctified figment of their imagination and just love each other a bit more. Let us grow up and come to terms with the loneliness and the 'unbearable lightness of being' and all that jazz. This illusion of perfect divine resolutions is longing instead of living. I am a happy atheist. I like humans more than gods - humans with their funny struggles at making for themselves a better world. It is religious serenity minus the routine mind-bending required to explain away day-to-day reality.
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