when you take an honest look at life, it's pretty pathetic. the fact that it exists at all. the law of nature is kill or be killed....if you're a fish, you've got predator sharks looking to eat you. if you're a zebra, you got tigers ready to eat you. human beings are only starting to really gain any strength via technology, and even that (in the grand scheme) is still a bit futile.
if you roll back human advancement, and try to put yourself in the shoes of the first intelligent humans...can you imagine what they were thinking once they became conscious? hey look a blood-thirsty t-rex just ate my family and my entire village. oh i fell, i broke my leg and then i starved to death, darn. isn't it only logical to expect that these people's first thoughts probably veered towards worship? they realized everything was dumb (in terms of life, ie. they, the humans, were the smartest show in town, and that wasn't saying much). the stars are blowing up in supernovas, hell a meteor may of just wiped out half a continent...and they say it's a miracle, how can i possibly live among all of this? there must be something greater than i that oversaw my being conceived. so they started to worship....worship started off absolutely ridiculous, then gradually evolved into mostly ridiculous. in terms of what was being worshipped and how it was being worshipped.
maybe god does exist, and he's just an extreme right wing libertarian ...knowing this life is just some sort of bizarre transition.
it's funny i left my television on, i can't even see the screen, but i'm hearing it as a i type, and it's talking about prophecies of disaster. with everything afore mentioned, isn't prophecy about disaster tantamount to prophecy about the sun rising in the east?