It's quite interesting that many of us "apostates" have come to feel, and accept, the impossibility of decision -- which is also, by a funny play of etymology, the impossibility of heresy.
When I was an earnest JW teenager, only too conscious of the division of my mind and desires, I made my personal motto of Psalm 86:11: "Unify my heart to fear your name." As a result I spent over a decade trying to escape from my own shadow. Vainly of course. The repressed always comes back. What the blind, or shortsighted, affirmation or negation rules out reinscribes itself with an ironical grin into the novel of our life. Reading back we see it never left us. It was alway there, smiling.
And what applies to the individual also applies to cultures. Monotheism, in a sense, was a negative theology right from the start: no other god. Sooner or later the anti-idol polemics were sure to strike back at every positive definition of "God," even reduced to the affirmation of being -- I am -- the great idol and the very negation of life to Nietzsche. And the denied plurality quickly found its way right into the divine -- with "angels" and "demons," the trinity or Satan.
Sure we want to believe and we don't want to believe -- if we have only learnt that we cannot really choose we have, at least, acquired some honesty along the way.