A few centuries ago, it would've been quite easy to instil divine fear into tribesmen who had not chosen to improve their lifestyle through trade or mechanical and technological means. Fire a gun or explode some fireworks - and *bang* you're already their God. We can understand their reaction. Humans tend to attribute things that they do not understand to higher and therefore incomprehensible powers.
What you have to say:
"But God SAVED ME! I was locked up inside a crashing airplane's toilet and my butt was blowing diarrhoea while everything on the plane was on flames. I still survived! Is that not a miracle?"
"No, shithead. Had you died, you wouldn't be bragging about God picking you out of everybody on the airplane. But you survived, and we have to bear your stupid thoughts."
What you have to say:
"I had prostate cancer, and I had only 1% chances of survival. Even if I'm missing a ball, I'm alive and well! Isn't that a miracle? Didn't God SAVE ME?"
"Out of 100 patients, 99 died, and you survived. Out of the next 100 patients, 99 will die again, and yet another dickhead will survive. You're just statistics. Bitch."
Religions are here to make us forget the fact that after we permanently lose the illusion of consciousness, we return to our most basic form: matter without intelligence. Very few of us are ready to accept this, and it is somewhat comforting for the weaker and dependant minds.
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