The Creator

The Creator Lately, I think it has to do with ageing have been thinking of religions, one can say Exploring them for the best option, they all fail miserably To the point, I will call organized faith humbug. The idea that someone has the key to the truth and If you don’t believe for them, you will go to hell. My contempt for religions in all its form is contempt And assault on people’s intelligence. We know now there are other, planet somewhere Not unlike our and if they are human life with the same The problem, should we ever get to one of them it would Be like coming home. I can believe in a creator of this, call It god if you like But if the creator has not any conscious thoughts the idea Becomes meaningless. Yet, religions have always been their peoples in the deep Forest of the Amazon had one, the believed in nature In trees, flowers and animals in what they see and hear. The missionaries came and preached their god as the only True faith and by doing so destroyed the fabric of what They had believed. I don’t know how the universe came into being it is an enigma that has little to do with the right sort of god.