There was a time where I toted books like The God Delusion around with me to public places. Not just because I was reading it, but because I wanted everyone around me to know that I thought their God was nothing more than a delusion.
Obnoxious behavior, absolutely.
Of course, we and all that comes with our existence could be coincidence. There are as many suns as there are stars in the sky, and perhaps our Earth is nothing more than a cosmic accident… with just the right axis… neither too close nor too far from our sun… with just the right ingredients to foster you and I.
At this moment, we just don’t know. Though it remains a question we explore in earnest.
What is absolutely true is that everything from the oak tree outside my window to the palm of my hand is made of the matter forged in the stars – and what a beautiful reality that is. It is enough to make a person feel religious.
I think Neil deGrasse Tyson described it best: