This is a theory I wrote up about a month ago. Just wanted some opinions...
Humans are fallible, fragile beings all trying to help one another. Even the strongest human is subject to death. So, really, can I get a point to something here? Why are we here, or more importantly, why did there have to be a God? Why does he exist? Why did anything have to exist? Why couldn't we just be mindless robots that worship our Creator? Would we know the difference? Would we care? Would we rebel? So...why? Why existence?
I guess the real point is, how do we exist? What is the basis for all existence? Do atoms really make up everything? Still, that does not make for basis of existence? How did the atoms get here? Is there something even smaller(or bigger?)holding everything together?
There's something wrong with everything, no matter which way you look at it. We are existing in reality. But what is reality exactly? How do you view reality? Is reality a box we're in, or part of a network of boxes, linking dimensions and hyperfolds? So, if that's the case, if you find the key to what reality is, then do you discover what existence is? No. Reality dwells within existence. Reality is just a smaller form of existence, then, when this reality is finished, a newer version of reality is put upon, thus, we still exist. Can we really explain everything with science?
...no. There's too much outside the realm of science. There's so much that can't be explained from our five senses. There's so much outside the realm of human understanding. Thus, I believe in a Holy, Omnipresent God. Thus, I am forced by my own intellect to serve God. There is no other way. Therefore, humans are needed, if just for me. So, I have to tolerate them nonetheless.
So, if by my own understanding, I realize there is a God, and I read His Word, I see that He loves me. That He created me special. And that He has an eternal home prepared for me, outside of this reality, but still within existence. A different reality, same existence. And that is why I love my Heavenly Father.