Religious people say they serve god. It’s actually nobler to serve other people.
I don’t believe in god; the same faculty for reason that enables me not to die myriad avoidable deaths, informs this lack of belief.
Sure, heaven – or whatever you call it – is a nice idea, but on the whole it seems far more likely that we are alone on this pebble.
Does this idea scare me?
Am I terrified of not knowing why I am here?
Do I fret about what will happen when I die?
No, life’s too short and the Universe is too amazing.
Maybe if other people embraced the idea that we are alone, that this life is the only shot you get, they would spend more time serving other people, and less time demonising them.