The Simple Life of the Atheist

Life might be simpler if I could be convinced to be an atheist. I wouldn't have to think so hard. I could smugly reduce all religious experience to the power of suggestion, morality to superstitious tradition. Maybe I could use people's religious convictions to manipulate them and have my way. It would be perfectly acceptable for me to be as aloof and inconsiderate as I tend to be; and much more so. In fact, regarding nature, or more specifically random chance and survival of the fittest, as the highest authority, that would be the only reasonable behavior to exhibit. Nevertheless, many atheists seem to spend much time attempting to convince themselves and others that we don't need a god to motivate us toward good deeds and being nice, which would seem to me to be an exercise in hypocrisy. Their altruism betrays the Tao, the Absolute Morality, the crucified and resurrected Messiah from whom all charity and self-sacrificing flow, and perhaps their fear of that Truth. Perhaps we find that helping out our neighbor adds meaning to an otherwise pointless existence in an accidental universe, but for the atheist to do so is to defy the highest authority, which mandates that I allow the weak to be eaten if I don't eat them myself. The Law of Conservation of Mass and Energy tells us everything is winding down, and so the chief end of everything in the universe is to collapse and implode into non-existence. Life would be simpler without heaven, hell, and the God who calls to us, "Here am I, here am I. All day long I have held out my hands to an obstinate people, who walk in ways not good, pursuing their own imaginations." Isaiah 65:2