I'm OK With the Mysteries of Life

I don't have any problem not knowing how life began.

I don't have any problem not knowing what happens after I die.

I think it is pretty safe to assume that I cease to exist in any conscious way.

I wonder if the reason that some people adopt a fantasy about these types of things is to manage some kind of anxiety that they provoke.

When I see a photograph of galaxy with its "clouds" of stars and its awesome beauty, I experience a feeling of awe and wonder. I wonder how the heck it got there, how it formed, and what else might be out there that we haven't detected yet.

I love the mysteries of how ants communicate, or what elephants might think or feel, or why are there mosquitoes??

...But I have no inspiration to make something up -- to adopt a story about some being who "must have" designed the universe. That's the only argument that's at the basis of any creationist's viewpoint. "Well, it simply must have been designed. It's too complex to have been formed by chance..."

There are things we do know (earth is round, gravity makes things fall to the ground...) and there are things that we don't know. That's it. Either we know it or we don't. If someone wants to make up a story about the things they don't know, I have no problem with that.

I feel no need.