Religion is based on an ignorance of nature and psychology.
Long ago, people wondered why it rains, or why people die. They felt grief, and consoled themselves with the idea of an afterlife. They saw the sun move across the sky and wondered who put it there, and how. Life all around and no explanation as to why. A man once said Homo sapiens wasn’t an accurate description of humanity, but rather Homo religiosus. Not the upright man, but the religious man. All over the world, throughout history, there is a religious up-welling that permeates the development of human society. But as we move forward and expand our knowledge of the world around us, we don’t need God to tell us why. Indeed, the most commonly heard argument for God is “someone had to put all this beauty here for us to enjoy!” But really, it’s all chance. We got lucky. We evolved out of primordial gook out of sheer luck on a planet that wasn’t too hot or too cold, had just the right amount of gasses in the atmosphere, and the right kind of stuff growing along side us.
Someone asks, Why me? Why am I here? Why did my marriage fall apart? Why did my child die? Why did my car break down?
They say, Everything happens for a purpose. It’s like mommy kissing a boo-boo: you think it works, so in your own head it does.
There is no why. There is no purpose. There is no grand design. Life is a series of accidents we happen to get caught up in. Sometimes happy accidents, sometimes lamentable ones. The human experience is a series of cause and effect, consequences to our own actions or actions taken by others that we must deal with.
The secret to life is there is no damn secret. Life is what you make of it, it only has the meaning you give it.
Love is important. Love and sex and happiness, those are the key to making the most of it.
Everything else is up to you.