The big question; What's the fucking point? I'd like to call myself a non-theist, or an anti-theist, but my view of 'life' and 'reality' is more complicated than simply believing I'm worm-food, or simply believing there's some big beard in the sky. I know I DO believe that organized religion is based on the human fear of death. It's easier to believe that there's something more, something unfathomable, that can only be attained with your last breath than accepting the possibility that all the effort that goes into <i>doing something with your life</i> is, ultimately, pointless.
Or pointless to you.
Perhaps the right view is not to try and live life as an individual, but as a part of something greater - that being our species, and not the boogie-god. But, even then, the existance of our planet and our species is - from the perspective of the universe - barely a gasp.