Reality is not presided over and pervaded by an omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent being. It is time for our species to grow up and realise that our imaginary friends are externalisations of our own desires.
I am tired of legitimate causes and inspiring idols (fictional or not) being corrupted into religions, forgetting that their symbols are symbols: reminders, icons, manifestations that we created to represent ourselves or what we would like to be. I am tired of individual genius decaying into collective naïveté. Believing that these things are not of human creation is a kind of memetic vicario-schizophrenia.
