You know what. I spent a good two years in high school thinking about god, thinking about the world, thinking about if there is anything after death.

Finally I accepted my own truth of the fact that we will never know. I'm seriously much happier now. I don't worry about there being a god because he isn't that important. I live each day for myself, my girlfriend, and the good of society. Fellow man is the only truth out there. People devote there whole lives to a god that may not exist while visious tribes are killing women and children in Africa.

I say let the living worry about their worldly problems and rather than worrying about the deads.