Yesterday I made a visit to the museum in my city. The top floor is the planetarium, which has a connecting room with a HUGE dome ceiling where they project lessons and lectures and you have a 360 view of the night sky etc.
This particular lecture explained about our galaxy, and how it's only one of billions in the universe. And then we learned about each planet, some of their moons and the sun. And how the sun will eventually cool and expand and engulf and destroy our planet and others.
Then it was explained about ancient civilizations and how they relied on the stars and because they were so in awe created stories and myths etc about them.
Watching it made me feel rather foolish for ever believing in a God in the first place. Billions of galaxies, billions of stars, one of those stars is our sun, and somewhere a little speck of dust happens to be our earth and somewhere on there is little old me. And, allegedly, Jehovah created it through his son Jesus (Michael) and gets upset if i dont underline my Watchtower? And is really bothered whether i pray to him or not? The idea is absurd to me.
And now, after realizing how fragile our planet is and how fleeting and precious life is I have zero intention of living in guilt for not pleasing him. I mean, he seems to get very upset quite easily. I was looking up at those stars and thinking... "and im supposed to believe that Jesus did this?"