Just like we anthropomorphise abstract notions of good and evil into god and the devil, so to do we put faces to the moral code of our socialization.
Demons and angels are the way our minds interpret the battle between selfish individual selection and altruistic group selection: the two currents of evolution we swim in.
People seek the divine in fantasies while ignoring the Thing staring them in the face. Individuals seek to be part of something larger than themselves failing to see that simply by birth, they are.
There’s one lifeform on this planet: DNA. Humans are the fruiting bodies of one particularly successful branch on this billions year-old tree.
The only ‘other’ you’ll ever commune with is this ‘other’, but it’s not other at all. We’re the conscious eyes and ears of this thing and no wonder it compells us to explore; sit in the one place too long and we devour ourselves.
That we seek meaning is not a spiritual matter. There are no spirits or ghosts, not out there. These are all just whispers or screams of the ‘other’ inside.
To survive, our brains have evolved into finely tuned meaning seeking machines, of course we apply this to ourselves: recursion is the Abyss.
What, then, is my point you might ask?
You’re the talking, thinking and sexually reproducing, meaning-creating flower of a 3 billion year old life-form that is spinning around a time-stretched gravity well at the bottom of which is a stable ember of creation.
Good enough for me.