Theism’s most potent, pervasive, irresistibly enchanting gift to frightened but otherwise sane individuals is a belief—a promise—that upon their death they will go home.
Home: It is the most universal of things longed for. In a world so daringly deficient of equity, it penetrates every aspect of even the most primitive animal mind. It is safety and plenty. It is sanctuary. It is protection. It is, in a word, immunity from the often defiled business of survival. Home is where you can be yourself, your very best self, living life as you have always dreamed you could live it were it not for life itself getting in the way.
Theism’s most insidious, treacherous act is in convincing frightened but otherwise sane individuals that this planet, here and now, is not their home.