Give it up

So why be an atheist, right?

You have no god, no big aunty come-give-me-a-cuddle, no safety net, no playground pals, no idea what comes next, no comforter, no guiding star, no agent for work, no freemasonry handshake, no HAL, no online editor, no early morning radio DJ, no software backup, no cot bumpers, no security guard-cum-janitor, no Genesis 1:28, no skatepark kneepads, no panic button, no revelatory shining light, no currency converter, no Ronco Veggiechop, no kneel-a-bed prayers for the Lottery.

In this day and age, no freedom of speech.
Its not about owning your own soul and the right to do with it as you will. We all have responsibilities, ties, and commitments that put paid to that.
You don't have myths, parables, bedtime stories or tales of Boogey men to scare the kiddies.

What DO you have?

The ability to create your own culture, with its rich, pertinent histories and deeply mythical record books. A soft blank page from which to cut your own cloth or copy other's that suit you. The just fear of what may come after - be that an endless sleep while the worms gnaw your bones, or a return to the great glowing gene pool of life. A just fear which can give you the power to live in the here and now.

It means no insurance. Get it right. Or die trying.