We Who Wonder

"How do you know there's no God?"

Because I'm alive. Because I'm a descendant of African tribesmen. Because I'm a descendant of creatures that go all the way back to the beginnings of life on Earth. Because I live in a time of the emancipation of the human race from its primitive and superstitious origins.

We're a young species, barely out of the trees and walking upright. From the first ancestor to crush a bone with a rock for the marrow, to exploration outside the atmosphere in a completely hostile environment has been the blink of an eye.
What will we have accomplished in another 100,000 years? How many planets will we inhabit? How long will an individual life last?

I ask these questions to show you how unimportant I think your religion is, to show you that as an atheist, I don't consider religion important enough to imagine having a part in the future of humanity.
Any religion.

We humans are the creators of our own future. We always have been. We have done remarkable things with primitive tools and now we are beginning to do astounding things with better tools.
And as we move forward and learn ever more about the immensity of the universe and seek answers to its origin and mechanics at the quantum level, religion is becoming irrelevant.
Who needs gods when our own accomplishments have long since surpassed anything dreamed of by the writers of holy books? Today's children are better educated than any god we've ever invented, and infinitely more moral.

Who needs imaginary magical beings invented to explain the stars, when we know that we are made of the stuff of stars? That we are the universal lights? That each one of us is a unique view into the cosmic mirror?
The only magic is wonder as we sense our tiny and vastly important place in the scope of all things.

That's how I know there's no god; we live.
What a wonder we are, we who wonder!