People who believe in gods have no evidence. They just wish it were true because that would make the world so much more tolerable--specifically the promise of an afterlife in a place with no pain or sorrow.
Like spidergoat said
they believe because they want to. It brings to mind that this is a deeper almost instinctual thinking pattern: the will to survive, coupled with the defense mechanism, when confronted by the forces of nature working against that will, converging into a deep denial which resists anything that requires them to yield: that they will simply die, and nothing more, the play is over, the illusion evaporates. Complicating this is that they have been hoping all their lives that immortality were true. The thinking patterns are now deeply ingrained, reinforced by repetition. It has become for them a new reality, a particular kind of delusion. On another level, the writings which form their mantras are filled with reports of hallucinations, dreams, the hearing of voices and delusions of apparitions, levitation and magic. These writings set up a kind of resonance between the delusional mind of antiquity and that of present day. Denial itself becomes immortal across hundreds of generations of sympathetic vibration. The evolutionary source of this is comparable to the co-evolution of parasites; along with the ability to contemplate the world, to overcome nature's ravages and survive, came a particular insanity - an insane way of thinking, an insane way of behaving, an insane life - that feeds on the will to survive: the delusion of immortality and the more detrimental denial by which the parasite attaches its fangs, fools the immune system, and paralyzes the fragile cells of rational thought, particularly that faculty which persuades us that reason is sacred, knowledge is a shrine, evidence is holy. And here we are, with our collectively fractured mind, struggling to bring together these disparate factions, driven by that other primordial instinct, the one that promotes biological survival through cooperation - trapped in this insane conversation (since at least the Golden Age of Greece, when Critias explained how and why men invented the gods) and yet seeking unity of thought and purpose for the good of the whole. Cooperation is our temple of harmony, the way animals exist in serenity when there is no competition for food, territory or mate, and no predator to trigger the insane death chase and leaves the prey habitually on alert, nervous, shaky, eyes constantly darting around, ears erect and noses carefully probing the air for the scent of monsters.
Someday I think it will be taught in all the schools that civilizations once lived in a state of perpetual delusion and denial, followed by millennia of negotiation with the voice (oracle-priest) that clamors for the good of the whole (cooperation); that all of this has been caused by nothing more than a vestigial base instinct (will to survive), hammered out by a very gradual awakening, one that succeeds (salvation/redemption) in placing the rational higher brain functions in charge of the lower instinctual ones.
Creationists often speak of science as a false religion, without having set foot in this church, read its scripture or partaken of its sacraments, much less having even a passing knowledge of its credo.
People have come to respect science because it delivers. When they ask questions, they get answers. Usually more than they wanted, since although scientists are abysmally pure communicators they love to talk.
(Let me be the first to demonstrate
)Seen by creationists as a conspiracy, cabal or club, the acolytes of the temple are merely caught in the rapture.
Yes, we can overcome delusion. Yes, we can cooperate. See: here, let me list for the 8th time the simplified summary of Darwin's theory. And: by the way, did you ever read the scriptures written by the creatures of antiquity, left for us in the pages of the strata? And: didn't your God give you this book to read? It certainly wasn't written by men! Well then, don't you think He expects you to read it?
I must say, we certainly stand on the side of righteousness and truth - even when we're wrong we're right, because we are perfectly innocent. The worst we can ever be is incorrect, never corrupt, since all we are doing is taking measurements and reporting back. More than harmless it's saintly - healing the sick, practically raising the dead - and this alone will deliver us from evil. This is paradise, look no further.
Now, tell me again what Darwin said about the finches in his sermon on the mount. It brings such a sense of serenity, knowing once and for all how we got here, that present time is the gift of life. It will someday be forever taken away; it's up to us to eat the bread of life while we can, for tomorrow we may have no choppers . . .
(Acknowledging that that's about all that will be left in the long run, if we really want to be honest about immortality. . . )