Let's beat around the bush a little:
When you were young, were you afraid of the boogie man? Perhaps you behaved particularly well the week before Christmas? In short, were you another normal kid?
Probably. Does that mean you still check under the bed at night? Or do you still write letters to the North Pole?
These questions probably seem ridiculous to me. But if you're religious, they seem to me to be perfectly logical. Surely if you believe in one fairy tale you'll believe in the rest?
So essentially all religions have this god fellow (or fellowess). Some have more than one. HeShe is generally powerful, benevolent, omniscient and physically similar to humans, but HeShe is also often strict, harsh and sometimes downright scary.
To use the words of a better man than myself, a man in the sky has a list of 10 things he DOES NOT WANT YOU TO DO (for Christians, at least. But there are instructions in all religions in the style of the 10 commandments).
Can you not understand how absurd this is?
And yet a huge majority of the world is absorbed in, as I already titled it, this fairy tale for grownups.
Why? Do you fear death? Do you need a way to relieve your guilt? Are you unable to find the answers to lifes questions and if so do you turn to the absurd for a solution?
I can't understand why something so blindingly fictional can be so militantly popular with so many.
People kill for religion.
Would you kill for Santa Claus?



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