I hate riding the fence. If someone asked me right now if I believed in a creator (or creators), I would still say I don't know, in spite of everything I know about current science.
What's my hangup? Believe it or not, it's one thing. The beginning. My stupid, human mind is far too primitive to conceive of either of the two possibilities:
1. Everything came from nothing.
2. Something always existed.
I'll break it down.
Everything came from nothing. This is, in short, the big bang theory. First, there was nothing and then there was a speck, which exploded. I'm not saying it's not possible, it's just something that I cannot conceive. I know there are other easily proven things that I can't conceive. I can't conceive 500 trillion dollars. I can't conceive 800 quadrillion miles.
Something always existed. Even allowing for the idea that maybe some powerful being evolved over a ridiculously long period of time, maybe some super alien with creative powers who makes worlds on some planet factory, where did it come from? Religious texts tell us that it always existed. Once again, my brain collapses on itself when I try to imagine that something had no beginning.
Now I know most people just say, why worry about that? Just live life. But for some reason I feel like I need to define what I believe as something other than "I don't know" when so many other people are sure. You've got astrophysicists like Neil Degrasse Tyson. No question in his mind. Big bang. Doesn't matter where the speck came from. Then you've got the deeply religious. God did it. Doesn't matter that they can't answer where he came from or how he could always exist.
Why can't I just settle on a position and hold to it? I don't feel like I can be deeply entrenched and/or passionate about my beliefs when they are so shaky.