Somewhat irrelevantly, I must confess that I am jealous of people with religion. They believe that when you die you exist as something else, mostly depending on what you've done in this life.
That takes off a lot of pressure, as an atheist, there's a lot on your shoulders to get everything done...
I've not read anything anyone had posted for a good few pages, but I'd just like to chip in with a story that happened to me the other day.
I was casually walking through Brighton, looking REALLY cool, and this old lady comes up to me and asks if I've heard the good news?
'Good news,' I say 'go...
Well, as a (partially) educated person, I have no evidence at all to suggest that God does or does not exist, therefore I respect other peoples believes with utmost importance. In fact, I would go as far as to say I am jealous of those people who follow a religion, as it must be very rewarding...
I lost my best friend when I was 16 and have since had a lot of 'trouble' with depression.
Taking into account how relatively 'cushty' I have it, compared to the injustices going on in the wider world, I have no doubt whatsoever that there is no god, and the less time spent worshipping 'Him'...