Some people believe they live to serve God, Some people believe that to serve their God they have to murder those that believe in a different God, while others believe that all life is sacred to a certain God. Myself I value every life, and I need no God, promise of Heaven or threat of damnation to make me do so.
Life has no hidden meaning, it just is, but that doesn’t make it any less wonderful, a miracle yes, but a miracle with no instigator.

ABSTRACT.

Green men in trees once thought to be fact
We all see faces in things abstract.
Nature abhors a vacuum, and our minds they cannot cope
Then there’s the thing, “Where there’s nothing, there’s no hope”

So we invent things to empty out the void
If we went further down the road, we’d be described as paranoid
We invent an afterlife, a Heaven and a Hell
Ergo then there must be meaning to life as well

Let us forget all this nonsense, take ourselves for what we are
It doesn’t demean us in any way to know the suns a star
The world isn’t flat, we now know that, so no more superstition
Let us learn to live without a crutch, let that be our mission.

All words Meadowhead Bard.