I believe in "something". Something that is still beyond any definitions we have. I think the gaps in evolution more recently, happened by something. If you look are the world, virtually every culture has a "something" story that compels them to gather and for lack of a better word, worship. Cultures that never could have had communicated at the time have very similar ideas of "something".
I think there was genetic manipulations of species. Perhaps in a petri dish sort of way. When under a PET scan (or which ever) certain isolated areas of the brain light up when devote religious people pray. Ironically it was found that the same isolated areas light up when you show a addict pictures of drugs. Go figure. What compels people to have a slave mentality, that is very universal? Built that way? Programmed into genes?
I believe in "something". But not in any conventional way - and certainly not as organized religion tries to TELL me how. I don't need to pray to "something". I don't need to serve or be a slave to anyone. But ... I would like to take a walk with "something" some day. I have a few questions.
I reject the non-believers of the Trinity, and I think the people that do believe are seriously limiting themselves to what "something" is. "something" could separate into a million parts, each equal and the same being, inhabit everyone at the same time, and then merge and make it home in time for dinner as still the same being. Why is that so far fetched. Created the world, genetically created millions of planets and species - yet people still think of "something" with only human traits they can understand? We have yet to understand "something" and have no words that can be used.
What really burns me are humans that claim to speak with "something" and be their representative. TO USE GOD". I give a resounding Bullshit. It drives people away to have humans claim to be in control FOR God. "God wants us to do that" - "Jesus wants us to do this" ..... Really - you had a conversation with God lately? Give me his phone number. How do you know he picked YOU to run my life in his name? Organized religion is organized blasphemy. I don't care how nice your office looks.