We are borne to faith. As infants we understand that what is unseen can still exist. We quickly recognize that patterns imply meaning, and that organized complexity must invariably reflect purposeful creation. These natural intuitions marry well with the drive to spirituality, born of a compelling sense of wonder. The brain, vastly hypertrophied from having seen us through untold millenia of natural hardships, fabricates consciousness, imagination, and anticiption of a future. Our senses transduce physical energy into a construct of reality, a world rich with patterns that allude to a grandiose intervention. The existence of God is a forgone conclusion.
No wonder we struggle with the notion that complexity can arise without a mind to make it happen. It is a challenge to fathom the existence of forces driving the universe forward toward change without purpose, choices, or meaning. Concepts of a amoral world driven by cold statistical probabilities and lifeless thermodynamic principles are as difficult to accept as the concept of infinity, or the size of the universe. Slowly, eyes open to the world as it really is, we come to understand that God is the one created, and naturally in our image.
Imagine living a life without destiny or relevance, letting go of the vain desire for an eternal consciousness? A life without the fiction of external purpose, or a sense of servitude, sets you free to make real choices, creating your own purpose. The notion of our irrelevance to the universe might quell the fictions that have always driven man against his fellow man. The final conclusion that we return to oblivion after death should be accepted with comfort and grace. After all, we had already spent half an eternity there before our birth.

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