Letters from an atheist

We cling to definition. To someone or something to take the blame. To a higher power. We define ourselves by these "gods" commandments. We claim they wrought our happiness. Yet we're more likely to claim they wrought our pain. Our triumphs and failures we lay at their feet. Yet to forsake them and claim that they are the mindless fancy of countless fools would almost certainly shatter us as we deal with new found questions and doubts that arise. If there are no gods why are We here?  If there is no God then what is my purpose. The disbelief in a God can cause mass chaos as there is no longer a reason to do good. You find for the first time that your decisions have no great and mighty force to guide you. Thus we hold on when doubts arise. We hold on when evidence prove us wrong. And we deny the very laws of the universe itself. So we hold our faith in desperate hands
Subconsciously knowing that if we open our hands and open them wide. Then we'd be confronted with the emptiness inside. Thus the age old saying that ignorance is bliss might actually hold true. For if not believing brings such pain. Then wouldn't it be better to swallow your doubts bow you head and pray?