Religion gives answers..............regardless of their accuracy.
Religion is like a childs comforter; it is like that worn old blanket that they snuggle up with each night, worn, tattered, misshapen and probably faded of all original colour.............its many purpose is one of reassurance, it keeps the monsters at bay...........and like a child's comforter it is more often than not given by a parent.
For some, it caters for lifes biggest questions; Why are we here and where are we going? It keeps the monster of our own mortality at arms length.......it sates the 'itch of our deepest insecurity'.
Why do we think our own religion is right? You can ask the same question of a hundred subjects.
Why do we think our own country is great?
Why do we support our own football team?
Why do we not get another's sense of humour?
Why do some feel superior because there skin is lighter?
........the list is boundless
Some human beings like to be right............it gives them a false sense of security...............it gives them an anchor in a turbulent sea..........they cling to it because to them it means 'life' literally.
I remember the comfort of 'knowing' I was right, the security of an unwavering belief of what the future held and, very occasionally I mourn the loss of 'all that was in my head' and 'kept the monsters at bay'.
Fi